The moonlight shone against his face, portraying a redder picture than usual; knife in grasp and relatively milder headache rocking across his head, he sat against the 'window' to protect his girls through the night, so unconfident of the capacity of his traps and systems to stop those Blood Maidens that for the first time since the house is finished, any of them remained awake.
'This headache just won't go away...'
The fog spread in the room as the girls snored, releasing shivers every so often in this sleep as if having a cold.
He didn't pay attention to this, rather...
'KILL... THEM!'
Valentine Wagner grit his teeth, harshly... unaware that a parasite had already been implanted in his mind and started to corrode his will; desiring for him to execute the most traitorous of actions.
His hand itched like no tomorrow and he desired nothing more than to plunge his knife into Vera and Fayette.
