a man sitting on a bench next to a woman

A tall, dark-haired, short-bearded, dandyish, handsome young man in his late thirties, dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, a white pointed bow tie, and a long, glossy, jet-black cloak with a high collar and a shiny red satin lining, appeared mysteriously behind a garden bench in the Rose Garden, which was shrouded in pitch-black darkness and fog at midnight. , who was lying on a garden bench, attacked a young and beautiful woman wearing a long white dress and a cardigan from behind the garden bench, showing his fangs and causing his jet-black cloak to flutter in the wind. She tilted her head in a trance-like state, and he began to feed passionately. Blood was dripping from her neck. ‘Ah, my blood is already yours,’ she murmured, staggering in a trance-like state.