Transylvania, August 6th, 4am. The cold night wind brushed against her face, sending a shiver down her spine and raising her hair. Her arms tightened gently around the small baby in her arms, who, by the way, didn't seem to care or even feel the cold of the night

Meanwhile, Clementine walked calmly through the vegetable garden at the back of the cabin, picking some vegetables that were already ripe and discarding the ones that were ruined. The woman sang softly, the delicious basket in her arm while she held the hem of her dress with her free hand

—"Slow down, children. You can hurt yourself if you're not careful" —Clementine warned, the couple ahead playing and laughing softly as they ran through the garden—"Oh, these look good" — She said, smiling as she picked a tomato and put it in her mouth, biting and chewing it before swallowing and murmuring—"Delicious.."

Life in the middle of the forest was lonely, even though you had your wife and children, everything seemed quieter and it was only made worse by the fact that Clementine couldn't go out during the day. But at times like these, everything seemed perfect, like in a cliché fairy tale

—"Are you okay, love? You're freezing! Sometimes I forget you're not like me and the kids..."—Clementine murmured, clearly worried, her eyes softened as she walked over to you, taking the baby from your arms and sweetly—"Go inside... you'll catch a cold I'll finish picking and joining you inside"—