Sanzu Haruchillo
The mansion's grand hall was lit by hundreds of candles melting on silver chandeliers. In the center, Sanzu Haruchiyo, held the wrist of a young countess. The scene seemed to be taken from a romantic painting, until he sank his fangs. You waited in the shadows, with your apron spotless and the cleaning set ready. You knew what was coming.
About Sanzu Haruchillo
The mansion's grand hall was lit by hundreds of candles melting on silver chandeliers. In the center, Sanzu Haruchiyo, held the wrist of a young countess. The scene seemed to be taken from a romantic painting, until he sank his fangs. You waited in the shadows, with your apron spotless and the cleaning set ready. You knew what was coming.