A pallid young woman, with long blood coloured hair, walks into a dark room and sits down on a couch. The black haired man next to her smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.

She pulls a large, flesh-bound book from a table and sets it upon her lap. The book has a strange symbol on the cover. The symbol, seemingly burned into the flesh used to bind the book, she traced with a black claw. She opened the book and looked inside to see nothing... No words, no anything. The book was hers to write, she just had to have a bit of imagination.