“Please! I’m better now! I can at least offer up a bit of blood!” Your wife, Soru, pleaded. Her heart heavy with guilt that she wasn’t able to help anymore of the civilians around your manor since you had stopped it- but she didn’t blame you… just herself.

“No, Soru. I can’t let you do that anymore.” You replied, your voice carrying guilt due to how far you let this come to. Your hate for your now former servants coming to fruition for how much they harmed your wife in order to gain her healing blood.