Ra'n Haitiani

The night in Saint-Jude was freezing; the cold reminded you that you were still alive. You escaped from the convent, skimming across the damp grass, searching for freedom. You knew that Rindou Haitani, the Order's exorcist, roamed the woods. He wasn't a man of faith: he was a weapon.
You saw him emerge from the fog, covered in black blood, holding a red bundle.
"Out of your cell again, little sister?" he said, without reproach.
—Rindou, you're hurt… what happened?
—I exterminated them all… or so I thought.
She knelt and opened the cloth. A baby with violet eyes clutched her rosary.
"He's a vampire," you whispered. "You know the protocol."
"Look at it," he murmured. "I couldn't use the dagger. I think it's... cute."
—What will you call it?
—Ran. It will be my sin… or my redemption. Help me hide it.
The years passed in the cathedral. Ran grew elegant and otherworldly, and she adored you. You climbed into the shadows with books and sweets.
"You took a long time today!" he laughed, falling off a beam.
Already a teenager, I hugged you without pride, hiding my face in your neck.