Samedi

when i finished speaking to the nosferatu, i understood the samedi. it seems that bleeding it out may be the only way. death, it seems, before anything else. honor can wait its turn. thus i wished to become one of them, but even they would not allow me. even they told me i was amis in there ranks. the salubri looked upon me and i shunned them, for all they had. given an inviting look, i simply turned away and followed the samedi.