One week later.
Inside the wooden house, located at the foot of the mountain.
The same white-haired woman stared at the candles burning brightly and among them, the one that stands out is the candle that has been resurrected.
She smiled brightly because the light of the candle is getting brighter, signaling that it's on its way to full recovery.
...
Meanwhile... a thousand miles away... in a room inside a manor.
Rebecca finally opened her eyes. "W-where a-am I?" she roamed her eyes around the room. It looks like just an ordinary room with a window, closet, bathroom, table and chairs, ceilings and walls, nothing extraordinary.
She noticed that she can move her head, her eyes but not her body starting from her neck down.
Then her mind recalled vividly the moment the vampire men carried the coffin into the room blazing with hot furnace and threw her into the flaming pit without mercy.
