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Caroline gets cautious when a mysterious figure pays her a visit while she is alone at home.

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That is possible, Miss Rayes. Yes.

  • No way!
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  • I trust Jesse


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  • You: And that's it for Uncle Philip. The next one will have to be...
  • I heave a sigh as if to convince my head to stop throbbing at the sight of letters piled up to my chin, all waiting for a reply.
  • Thanks to the fundraiser, I've got myself quite the reputation.
  • And everyone, from passing acquaintances to relatives I have never met, to people whom I'd struggle to consider as "neighbors", has been writing to me since.
  • I count my blessings that house visits have become a tricky prospect in London, otherwise Aunt Petit's poor home would have been turned upside down.
  • You: (Aunt Petit, on the other hand, rather welcomes the idea...)
  • I can't help but take out the letter she sent from France to read yet again.


I have heard all about the fundraiser.

Caroline, you have done well. You have demonstrated your capabilities and your character all in the name of charity. It befits someone of your status.
However, conditions in London remain dire. If you insist on staying there, you have to keep safe above all else.


  • The handwriting in the second half of the letter appears tinged with hesitation. I can almost imagine the look on her Aunt Petit's face as she resisted the urge to insist I leave London.
  • You: Aunt Petit...
  • It remains the one letter I have put off replying to as I struggle to decide how to write that reply.
  • Kitchen Maid: Miss?
  • You: I'm here. What's the matter, Alice?
  • Alice hesitates and peeks half of her face out from behind the door.
  • Kitchen Maid: Um, you are needed downstairs. A gentleman is here to see you...
  • You: (Who would still be making house calls with what's out there now?)
  • Alarm bells start to go off in my head.
  • —What are the chances that this man is here to pay a visit just as Roger and Priscilla are not around? What if they were captured again by the Elder's lackeys?


  • Priscilla Barnet: Caroline, I have to make a trip to my folks in the afternoon.
  • You: All right. A long overdue family reunion?
  • Priscilla Barnet: I wish. The journalist who wrote that article wishes to meet with me again. Something about women's rights.
  • Priscilla Barnet: My parents somehow got wind of this and insisted I meet him at the house.
  • Priscilla Barnet: I'm guessing they want to be there beside me to make sure I don't say something even more out of turn than our previous interview.
  • You: You're a bona fide celebrity now, Priscilla.
  • Priscilla Barnet: No thanks to you. Although I've since realized I could use this to my advantage!
  • Priscilla Barnet: I can use the media to broadcast my message, attract like-minded allies, and reverse the rot in this city together!
  • Priscilla Barnet: The media is practically the black magic of our time!
  • You: (Same old Priscilla.)
  • Priscilla Barnet: I'm setting off after lunch. Will you and Roger be okay here? Don't be starting fights, you hear?
  • You: I'm not your—wait, Roger isn't going with you? Are you traveling alone?
  • Priscilla Barnet: Of course. You didn't think I'd leave you alone at home to fend for yourself, did you? What if those things come knocking at our door?
  • You: It's broad daylight, Priscilla. Besides, I'm staying right here within these walls.
  • You: And with so many of our servants around, I'm the least of your worries.
  • Priscilla Barnet: But...
  • You: If not the Blood Clan, there'll be other dangers stalking London. Enough about my safety, yours is a bigger concern, being on the road alone.
  • You: Take Roger with you. If for nothing else, at least you'll have someone for conversation.
  • I wink at her, hoping she will take this opportunity to reconcile with Roger.
  • It's difficult to tell if she understands my intent, but she pouts and relents to my arrangement.


  • You: (Could the Elder's cronies have discovered Priscilla and Roger's absence and actually came knocking at the door?)
  • I can feel the anxiety creeping up on me. But I calm myself down at the thought that there's at least half a dozen other people around the house who will come running with one loud shout.
  • You: (Stay calm, stay calm. Don't jump to conclusions.)
  • You: (Remember Mrs. Robinson and her formidable frying pan, a combination that would send mere mortals fleeing for their dear lives.)
  • Anxiety makes way for bravery as I recall the mighty aura of our cook.
  • You: I'll be right down with a change of clothes.
  • Kitchen Maid: Very well, miss. I will ask the gentleman to—
  • You: No! Alice, stay with me.
  • Kitchen Maid: Miss?
  • You: I won't take long. Please?


  • I make good on my word with a quick change of clothes, and down the stairs as calmly as I can, Alice by my side, to meet with the mysterious visitor.
  • As soon as I catch sight of the visitor's familiar silhouette, my mood is instantly lifted.
  • You: Doctor Grey!
  • Doctor Grey, whom I haven't seen for days, turns around and greets me with a smile.
  • Edward Grey: Long time no see, Miss Rayes.
  • You: This is so unexpected! Aren't you supposed to be in the Eastern District?
  • Edward Grey: Indeed, I am still stationed there. In fact, I don't have long here. I came here on the pretext of refilling my prescription to see you.
  • Edward Grey: Scotland Yard would not have let me make this trip if not for you.
  • You: Me?
  • Edward Grey: That fundraiser you and Miss Barnet organized is a hot topic in the Eastern District.
  • Edward Grey: Lots of children in the workhouse got to have their first taste of fresh bread after we received a shipment of supplies procured with the proceeds from the fundraiser.
  • You: That's fantastic!
  • Edward Grey: It was a welcome sight for a change. Scotland Yard has been under intense pressure due to the spotlight shone by the media on living conditions during this lockdown.
  • Edward Grey: As a result, Scotland Yard has had to relent from their previously uncompromising approach to enforcing the streets.
  • As I rejoice at the turn of events, I can't help but notice...
  • Doctor Grey's face has clearly become haggard. He has lost some weight, and his cheeks sunk ever so slightly. Not even the smile of his heartfelt delight could hide the dark circles under his eyes.
  • His previously spotless suit now looks a little baggy on him, with a wrinkled collar to complement his stubble.
  • Even his complexion looks much the worse for wear, his lips are slightly pale, and his skin has become rough to the touch.
  • Edward Grey: ...Miss Rayes? Caroline?
  • You: !
  • I startle, suddenly realizing that I was studying Doctor Grey's face a little too closely.
  • You: I'm sorry, I apologize.
  • I stare at the floor in awkward silence. Doctor Grey coughs lightly, seemingly embarrassed somehow, and takes a step back respectfully.
  • Edward Grey: I am sorry for paying you a visit in such an unsightly state. Conditions have been...difficult in the Eastern District.
  • You: Please don't be. It was rude of me to stare like that.
  • He regains his calm countenance and regards me with a profound and penetrating gaze.
  • Edward Grey: The situation in the Eastern District is still far from ideal. The number of the infected continues to grow, while the healthy dwindle.
  • Edward Grey: Instead of curing the infected of their affliction, my best extends only to keeping their strength up.
  • Edward Grey: Without a proper cure and a conducive environment to recover, their survival rests solely on their individual constitution.
  • Edward Grey: They are holding on as best they can, but the vulnerable, like the elderly and children...
  • His voice carries a weary resignation. I listen with a heavy heart, knowing full well the torment a doctor must feel at such powerlessness.
  • Edward Grey: Let us linger no more on such downbeat talk. How have you been lately, Miss Rayes?
  • Edward Grey: Anything uplifting you could share?
  • You: ...
  • He had taken the initiative to ask, and I would have taken him up on his offer.
  • I clench and relax my fists in a silent yet paranoid fit, struggling to decide whether to tell him.
  • You: (Can what happened that night count as something "uplifting"?)
  • Doctor Grey seems to sense the change in atmosphere, and his gaze deepens in intensity.
  • Edward Grey: Do you have any news on Jesse?
  • You: !
  • My facial expression has probably betrayed my feelings. His demeanor changes with my reaction, his instincts as a vampire hunter coming to the fore.
  • You: Yes, Doctor Grey.
  • You: I saw Jesse in person.


  • I begin to recount the events of that fateful night.
  • For some reason, I find it more difficult to be talking about this with Doctor Grey than it was with Priscilla and the others.
  • Doctor Grey remains unmoved no matter what I say. He listens intently, transfixed on me like a camera that has come to life.
  • All the while, he leaves the cup of tea in front of him untouched and turning cold.


  • The living room briefly falls into an awkward silence.
  • I focus on the cup of tea I'm holding, trying to regain both my calm and my breath from all the talking.
  • After what seems like forever, Doctor Grey finally speaks.
  • Edward Grey: Jesse was the one who showed up right at the end of the attack?
  • You: I'm afraid I don't quite understand the question.
  • Edward Grey: What I mean is, during the not-so-short period of time between when you realized Jack was in danger, to when you were being followed, right up till you got back home safely...
  • Edward Grey: Jesse only showed up right at the end of the attack?
  • Edward Grey: You are absolutely sure you didn't see him before that?
  • You: Of course not. Why would I have—
  • I find myself lost for words, beginning to comprehend what Doctor Grey is really saying.
  • You: Are you saying... Jesse stood by all that time while I was in danger and did nothing until right before the end?
  • Edward Grey: That is possible, Miss Rayes. Yes.

No way!

  • You: No, doctor, that is simply not possible.
  • You: Jesse is not that kind of person!
  • He sighs. I feel anger surging within me: What could have made Doctor Grey so suspicious of Jesse?
  • You: I was in real danger of losing my life! If it weren't for Jesse, I would not be standing here talking to you.
  • You: He risked his life to save me. That is proof of his character.
  • Edward Grey: It's a mistake to assume vampires think and act like us, Miss Rayes.
  • Edward Grey: This encounter has made you unwittingly sympathize with those dark fiends.
  • You: Me?
  • Edward Grey: Never forget: Jesse is no longer human. He is one of them now.
  • You: (Doctor Grey is saying the same thing as Priscilla did.)
  • Edward Grey: You believe that Jesse was driven by his past friendship with you to come to your rescue. That despite his transformation he retains his humanity.
  • Edward Grey: Therein lies your hope for a peaceful coexistence between humans and vampires.
  • You: And what of it? What is wrong with holding on to such a hope?
  • Edward Grey: It is folly, dangerous even to forget their nature. I don't think that even Mr. Savile would be thrilled to see such naivety coming from you.
  • You: (A vampire's nature...)
  • Edward Grey: Have you wondered about the vampire who turned Jack and what they might want with you?
  • Edward Grey: Even if you believe that Jesse really came to your rescue out of some semblance of a friendship.
  • Edward Grey: Why didn't he spare your coachman the same compassion?
  • You: ...
  • I want so much to defend Jesse and his humanity but the words escape me.
  • Doctor Grey sighs once more, this time his tone becomes more gentle, almost apologetic.
  • Edward Grey: I understand how this must be difficult for you, Caroline. I'm not sure if I could feel any different if had I been in your shoes.
  • Edward Grey: Let us drop this for now.

I trust Jesse

  • You: No, doctor. I trust Jesse.
  • Doctor Grey takes a deep breath. I interject before he has a chance to respond.
  • You: Please let me finish. I'm not saying that Jesse couldn't have been capable of the things you just accused him of.
  • You: I get it, Jesse is no longer human. It is only natural that he would act and think differently now.
  • You: ...It crossed my mind that... he could have been the one who attacked Jack and turned him into a ghoul.
  • Doctor Grey's expression becomes very troubled.
  • Edward Grey: You considered this a possibility, and yet still trust him?
  • You: Because I understand that Jesse is the one who's suffering the most.
  • I recall with profound grief, the desperation and agony that gripped my mother when she pled with my father to end her.
  • You: That is who I am, doctor. I believe in a person's character more than what "species" they are.
  • You: Jesse saved me. No matter what agenda he might have to do so, he saved me.
  • You: I stand before you, still able to draw breath because of him. If nothing else, he deserves my trust.
  • After a long period of silence, Doctor Grey looks at me solemnly.
  • Edward Grey: This is exactly what I fear, Caroline. That this one little action has made you look past all that we know about the vampires.
  • Edward Grey: You trust Jesse, believing that your friendship with him spurred him into helping you; his humanity intact despite his transformation into a vampire.
  • Edward Grey: You hope that humans and vampires can coexist peacefully.
  • You: Yes. I hope... and I believe in it.
  • Edward Grey: It doesn't appear as though either of us will be able to convince the other to come around on this matter, will we?
  • I remain silent.
  • If I tell the doctor about my lineage, perhaps he would understand why I hope for such a future.
  • But I dare not.
  • I cannot reveal my secret to Edward Grey, the vampire hunter.
  • After a while, he smiles, marked by a hint of disappointment, as though acknowledging my stance from my silence.
  • Edward Grey: I can only take consolation from the fact that your sympathy towards the vampires stems from your relationship with Jesse, and not Mr. Savile.
  • You: Doctor Grey?
  • Edward Grey: I meant, in a personal capacity, I would prefer the former. Anyway, let's put a pin on this for now.
  • You: Put a pin on it? No, wait a minute, we haven't got to the most important part!
  • You: Now that we know Jesse is a vampire, shouldn't we do something about it?
  • You: We have to at least find him—
  • The clock reminds me to return to reality with its inconsiderate bell. It is already time for Londoners to enjoy their afternoon tea.
  • Edward Grey: I don't have much time, so I'll keep it brief.
  • Edward Grey: Miss Rayes, I am here today with a rather unpleasant request.
  • Edward Grey: My research into the epidemic has entered a new phase, and I hope to obtain your assistance.
  • You: Me? But how can I help you?
  • Doctor Grey considers his words, then projects a look that exudes a heightened sense of oppression.
  • Edward Grey: I observed that your blood seems to have an astonishing effect on the infected.
  • You: !
  • Edward Grey: I hope you can join me at the workhouse, and help me develop a cure for the epidemic - using your blood.