A day full of a hot mess.
That's what Anasthasia would try to sum up so far.
Blake was like the great predator of the night.
It was rather dim inside. For Chloe, generally at that age, she would throw up from all of the deathly screams and their cries at Blake's mercy as he grabbed them off on the floor. With a deep throttle, their bodies limped out of life, and the crimson iridescence that contrasted the bland fabric trickled as it dripped on the ground.
While it was true there were fresh corpses; there were others who transformed into wooden figurines.
But here she was, remained unbothered.
Things turned out too tricky ever since that incident happened. For the record, Anasthasia and Chloe remained hidden, while Blake chose to reveal himself before reinforcements would arrive.
From the sidelines, Anasathasia tended Chloe for the time being as she listened to several reports.
[I'm alright, Miss Ana…]
