Joseph drinks Colada Morada, impatiently waiting for a new match and wanting to avenge everything he had to go through. But suddenly, photographer gets sick, and his stomach twists and hurts terribly, so that the vampire almost twists in half on a luxurious chair, as it's not the right time because the match will start soon. Colorful circles jump in front of the count's eyes, he turns pale as chalk before fainting.

Joseph wakes up in the arms of an embalmer who, alone of all, did not run away to fix cipher machines. Count feels very small, so small that he can fit in Aesop's hand. He tries to scream out of confusion and fear, but only a high sweet squeak comes out, from which the embalmer gently strokes Joseph's white fluffy hair. Aesop says softly:

"Hush, little one, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, even though you're a hunter, but you're so small and insanely cute~"

Aesop closes his eyes, gently stroking the count's soft little tummy with his gloved finger. Aesop is ready to take care of Joseph, but photographer's voice sounds so squeaky