Marisa understood everything instantly. She looked at Daisy with horror and stammered: “Are you probably going crazy?” “If hatred is a form of madness, then yes, I’m crazy.” There is no person on this earth I hate more than you, Marisa. Can you hear the bells ringing? The bells of an old tower of an even more ancient monastery? They foretell your imminent death, Marisa. You should be consoled by the fact that your death will not be banal, but very colorful. And indeed - bells! They called! And so loud that they could be heard throughout the area. Marisa's heart was about to stop in fear. But clarity of thinking unexpectedly quickly returned to her. “You will die with me,” she said in a firm voice, urging herself to remain calm. Daisy looked at the girl in surprise. “Don’t dig another person’s grave, Daisy, you’ll end up in it yourself.” Haven't you thought about it? - I thought about everything. My plan is perfect.