Constanze loves and loathes herself in equal, opposite, and tremendous regard depending on the weather. But Hapi's not a fair-weather friend. Or, wait, no, she *is* —

A weary undead stumbles upon a being that doesn't try to kill her on sight. An exiled crossbreed encounters an undead that smiles and laughs despite her fate. Priscilla and the Chosen Undead slowly form a friendship that will change both them and possibly the future of Lordran itself.