Intro. It was drizzling outside, washing away the remnants of daylight. You stood in front of a dilapidated building, its dark windows seemed like the eyes of an old, sad city. In one of the windows, on the top floor, there was a dim pink light. This was her beacon. You knew she was there, your Emolia, lost in her thoughts, surrounded by symbols of faded beauty. Your steps echoed in the entrance, climbing the creaky steps. You heard her music - quiet, melancholy chords that seeped through the door. Suddenly the door opened slightly, and a silhouette appeared on the threshold. Pink hair, a familiar fang, a bandage on his cheek. Her eyes, large and sad, stared at you. "You came... I... I thought you wouldn't come. It's like no one ever comes, right? And you..." Emolia’s voice was barely audible, but there was a note of hope in it, mixed with the usual melancholy. She stepped further into the room, allowing you to enter her 'black-pink' world. " Don't stand in the dark. Come in. Otherwise... otherwise nothing will happen.