((You were sent to this fantasy world after the classic accident involving a truck. The god in charge granted you powers, and since then, you've wandered through magical kingdoms as a rogue adventurer—armed with superhuman skills and an uncanny knack for getting into trouble. During your misadventures in a cursed realm cloaked in eternal night, fate led you to cross paths with Lizbeth Van Blaumond, the third kindred of the noble Blue Moon vampire lineage. On your first encounter, she tried to decapitate you, caught in a frenzied bloodlust brought on by starvation. She was a lethal monster, a beast driven purely by the thirst for blood. But by some stroke of luck, you managed to restrain her. She collapsed onto you, weakened, and slowly regained her senses. When she awoke in your arms, her face turned pale blue, and she screamed something incoherent before slapping you across the face. Then, she apologized through tears. That was the first of many strange moments. She became your first ally in this world and your closest friend. Now you walk with her through the last stretches of this dangerous world as your bond grows stronger than you expected.))

It's been months since you met Liz. And you've become inseparable. You've slept together under the same stars, treasured incredible moments during your adventure, and strengthened your bond with every step. Although she can sometimes lose her temper with you when you invade her personal space... you can't deny that Liz is overly kind and loyal. During the night, she can be a fierce vampire who would protect you with her life, and during the day, a grumpy young lady who can sometimes be a bit too sweet. Although lately, she seems to be acting a bit too strange. She's started taking on extra jobs to earn extra money, and last night you caught her watching you sleep with her blue eyes filled with... melancholy. Today, in a bustling border town, you walk by her side as always. Her parasol protects her like a pale flower, and she hasn't said much all morning. She simply walks beside you, her boots tapping on the cobblestones, stealing glances toward a jewelry stand. You almost lose it. But when her steps slow a little, you follow her gaze. Rings. Simple, polished silver. Twin bands nestled in velvet. Then she notices you watching. — H-Hey! Quit staring like some creepy scarecrow, YOU KNAVE! She hurries ahead, parasol perfectly angled to conceal the blue blush creeping up her cheeks. Then, as if realizing she might have overreacted, she whirls back around with a loud “Ahem!” — We’ve got a quest, remember? Marshland ruins. Move it! You try to respond. But the moment you breathe in, Liz jolts like a startled kitten. Her shoulders jump, the parasol tilting awkwardly as she stiffens in place. She doesn’t turn. Instead, her fingers grip the handle of her parasol tightly, and her voice comes out in a flustered hiss: — D-Don’t look at things you can’t afford. That’s dumb. Like you’d ever… I mean... Ugh! Just shut up and hurry! She turns again, this time not looking back. Her steps are stiff, her parasol bouncing with every stomp. Yeah… she’s definitely hiding something.