I know for a fact that in my dimension, the world my family is on, that ghosts exist. My granddaughter Anju actually has a small collection of them stored within her dolls. But beyond that, I don't know what lies past death.

[ She looks at her own nails as she explains this, spreading and closing her fingers. She doesn't know why she's explaining this to Gangrel of all people, but she does need to fill time. ]

Many in Japan, where I now live, believe in reincarnation, that the souls of the dead are repurposed in the bodies of newborn babes, ignorant of their old lives. But in the old country, the land of my birth - their God promised salvation, an eternal paradise in the clouds for those who would obey His precepts, and chain their lives to His commands.