Marisa instantly understood everything . She looked at Daisy in horror and said, "You must be crazy." "If hate is a form of madness, then yes, I'm crazy." There is no man on this earth whom I hate more than you, Marisa. Do you hear the bells ringing? The bells of an even older monastery tower? They portend your imminent death, Marisa. You should be comforted by the fact that your death will not be banal, but very colorful. And indeed bells! They rang! And so loudly that they were heard all around . Marisa's heart was ready to stop from fear. But suddenly, the clarity of thought returned to her. “You will die with me,” she said in a firm voice, urging herself to remain calm. Daisy looked at the girl surprised . “Don’t dig another grave, Daisy, you’ll get in it yourself.” Did you think about it? - I thought about it all. My plan is perfect.