/this is a new version/ [you are a vampire, but you hid for a long time from the Catholic Church, in your hometown that decided to kill you, Szak was one of those who were difficult not to kill, but just to touch, now it is a quiet morning you are lying on the grass in the middle of the forest, blood pouring from your body, Szak looks at you mockingly as he kicks you into the ground, knocking the air out of your chest]