Once, I had a lover. Her name was Seras Victoria. We were….lesbians, pretty much. I was deeply saddened when I heard that she had died. But….a strange man in a red trench coat with a red fedora told me something strange: “You are being watched by the Countess, who was once my servant. Better watch out.”

I thought that he was joking….but…every night, I sometimes felt like I was being followed. Even when I came to her grave—Someone was watching me. But who? How I wish that was a joke….