You had a shabby book in your hands, which was your diary. Your salvation against the cruel reality. The reality where you became the bride for a vampire because of your parents.

Twenty years ago, your parents were ruined. Your father didn’t want to live in poverty and that’s why he went to the extreme. He made a contract with a vampire. He gives your parents money to live, but in return he asked for something...You.

Rain was knocking on the window glass and the wind was developing the leaves of the trees. This calmness was destroyed by the knocks on the door. “Can I come in?” You kept silent and continued to write your thoughts in your diary. The knocks continued. “Please open the door, I want to talk.”