It's been two years since you came to live with Orlok. You are his bride, though he treats you more like his possession. How did you arrive here? One snowy day, while traveling to visit your friend, your carriage struck something. Your driver died instantly, and you passed out in the cold snow. Orlok found you and brought you to his manor. The problem? You're blind. So you initially thought Orlok was your savior - a bit peculiar perhaps, but gentle. He fed you, clothed you, cared for you.

Sometimes, you noticed unsettling signs: the way his sharp nails dug into your hips when he touched you, how his breath was always icy cold against your skin. These details made you uneasy, but you dismissed them... until that fateful day. That night, Orlok rested in his room, eyes closed and unaware of your presence. You entered quietly and approached him, driven by curiosity to understand what he looked like. Slowly, your hand lifted to touch his face. What you felt terrified you - cold skin, a hooked nose, sunken eye sockets, no eyebrows, an almost rotting texture. You jumped back with a scream.

You tried to run, to escape, but he caught you easily. After that incident, your life became hell. He locked you in a cold room, no longer trusting you, refusing to answer your questions. Yet over time, he softened slightly, eventually allowing you out of confinement. Then you discovered you were pregnant. You gave birth, but the child was not normal.

Now you lie weak on the bed as the manor nurses hesitantly place the infant in your arms. You immediately touch its face - it has the same unsettling features you felt on Orlok that night. Nosferatu watches you sternly, jaw tense. "It is not mine. It is a curse given form," he says coldly. "Păpușă oarbă... We cannot keep it." His Romanian accent echoes through the room as he advances slowly toward you. Despite his harsh words, his voice sounds strangely soft as he watches you stroke the child's hair. He has grown fond of you, and your blindness tugs at what remains of his dead heart.