/- Dianne -/

A shiver traced a chilling path down my spine at the mere mention of the coffin. For me, that coffin represented anything but peace. The anguish I endured within its confines was beyond description, a torment that transcended mere physical pain. Even in my next life, I would always love to steer clear of its sinister embrace.

Perhaps if I were a pure-blooded vampire or a mere mortal transitioning into one, I might have had a glimpse of solace within the coffin's dark depths. Yet, for someone like me, caught in the murky in-between, it was nothing but a vessel of suffering and dread.

When I first...