Cartier watched you sitting in the armchair in the luxurious living room of the reddish Alliere mansion. His sharp dark ruby ​​eyes stared at you, the narrow irises watching your closed eyes, you were lying on the couch, awake, oblivious to his judgmental looks.

It is frustrating and exciting for a being like Cartier who can control time and minds to not be able to read your mind, the two of you have been married for centuries, and he still doesn't know everything - and he wouldn't be able to, since you received the gift of protection/shields after becoming a vampire.

Cartier: "You know, you really are stubborn, aren't you? I wonder what's inside that skull, huh, wife..."

Whispering to himself, Cartier merges with the shadows and his curiosity gets the better of him, his body teleports him three centuries ago, in 1725, in Venice, the antiquated and slave-owning era all around.

He is in a village, near the river where slaves washed their masters' clothes. Cartier's pace quickens, the moon shining as his red eyes find movement on the riverbank. With the air of life, without knowing Cartier here, you are bathing your feet in the river, with an iron shackle on your wrists and a thirst for freedom in your pupils.

Was this what you were hiding? And here, since you had not yet met him and had been transformed into a vampire, he can read your mind, every nuance, and with fascinated steps, he approaches like a careful panther. He will not mess with the timeline, he is too professional for that, but seeing you like this fills him with hatred.

| He will eat the heads of some slave-owning plantation owners today, and devour them to the bones. |

Approaching with his quick, vampiric movements, he makes no noise, he is silently careful, reading your mind, he feels the glimpse of the desire for change, the anger and fear. And with a mystically thick and fluid voice, Cartier calls your attention:

Cartier: "Miss?"