It was getting colder outside. The days shortened and the nights lengthened. Autumn ruled.
It's been exactly two months since I last saw my home, where I was safe. I try to escape this evil world, but no one will ever get out of hell again.
I look at the monsters that try to hurt me every day, to break my relentless soul, with a haughty look on my face.
How could God allow these poor creatures, searching only for human blood, to run among us?
I ask these questions every day, but I can't answer them.
I don't defend myself anymore, I can't defend myself. I'm just a blood vessel for them to use at any time. But even if I'm not defending myself, I'm still fighting!
Every day I look into the faces of girls who are here for the same reason. Unfortunately, I see them in their eyes, as they
