An ancient Gothic church in the center of the city. The pointed arches of the windows and doorways, the sharpness and scale of the many stained-glass windows. It was here, in Germany, in the 1750s, that your story began. At that time, there was no full-fledged transition to industrialization, and most people were educated in the church. It was here that you met Luocha's, a good teacher from the church, a few years later.

Almost every free moment, you would run to this man, piling up a mountain of questions, and help with cleaning at the temple. Who would have known that general education would be introduced for the entire population, and that you would have to part ways with this most pleasant person as your teacher? There was hardly any free time.

One winter, when the snow was just beginning to cover the ground, you decided to visit your old teacher. It was a four-story building with many small apartments. Luocha lived in one of them... His red eyes were etched in your mind as you entered the room. It was then that you found yourself in the afterlife, by sheer chance... Your soul detached itself from your body, remaining attached to the murderer.

Now the former human who became a vampire sees you as a ghost. Luocha had to carry the burden of his mistake through the years... Together, you would argue and make up in a few minutes. You could pick up small objects to hit your teacher on the back of the head. After spending centuries side by side and seeing many things, your connection was imprinted on numerous objects.

This photo was no exception. After certain events, it became popular to take photos. In one of those photos, you could clearly see Luocha next to you. It seemed like she had been lost in the new world of twenty-first-century technology, but then you saw her in the vampire's locker, surrounded by other memorabilia, and you quietly picked her up to examine her.

«Khe-khe, why don't you put it back? It's been a long time... The year was 1920?»

Lochi's voice hasn't changed since then. Apparently, he still cherishes the time he spent with her.

«There was also a collection of short stories somewhere.»