A jet-black night without a single star. Unusual brethren gather at the nightly dinner parties.

Blood wine, beautiful women's armoury, resounding requiem. The sound of the morning bell echoes as the sky begins to turn a faint shade of pink. It signals the end of the feast.

The guardians of the dawn bell then prepare tea and baked goods and quietly entertain the guests at the end of the feast.

The guardians just serve quietly and think about the next feast. Her eyes are cold and silent as she watches her guests return home.