**WARNING. READERS MAY FIND THE SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER A BIT DISTURBING. PLEASE SKIP THE PART IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.**
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Blood.
That is what I like; the sight of it, the smell of it, the touch of it, and the metallic taste of it when it settles on my tongue.
It is simply beautiful.
It is simply ecstatic.
It excites me when I see a lot of it. It tingles something inside me. It makes my own blood rush inside me like a storm.
And then I want more of it. I want to see the mess. I just cannot help myself.
I sighed.
But people are so weird.
I recalled a past incident.
There was a young rabbit once in my elementary school, which the teachers kept as a pet. It was white and fluffy. It was cute too.
All my friends and classmates were so excited.
We fed it and played with it all the time. In break time, we always hovered around the rabbit.
