Diana is still in the room. Shee was a little shocked by an overnight incident. David's attack on her was too fastest to make her unable to think clearly. She sat while hugging herself behind her thick blanket. However, other things disturb her. She was confused, full of anxiety and fear.
A waiter had been knocking on the door and waiting for Diana to open the door. In her hand, there was a glass of fresh blood whose aroma of her fishy was very stinging the waiter's nose. And there are raw meat sandwiches behind bread that are not baked and basting butter. Besides her, two guards were keeping tight at the door of Diana's room since the incident last night.
"Miss, Miss Diana. It's me, open the door. I brought you breakfast, you must have breakfast first, Miss Diana. Please open the doors." Call a woman who is a hundred and eighty years old. Diana didn't react, she still was without moving.