The blood-red wine swayed in the glass. The slender fingers holding the glass felt contrasted with the red.
The nails on her delicate fingertips were as delicate as the hand.
Whether it was from the strange setting in the bar or the nail itself, it seemed more pointed, shimmering sharply.
-crack!
With the slightest touch, the nails easily shattered the glass.
The wine flowing through his hand was stunning as if the white hand was covered with blood.
"Did you say something?"
The boy asked with a relaxed, unaffected by pressure. With his head tilted slightly and his ignorant tone of voice, the people watching the entertainment there were strange.
Is the kid stupid?
Or is he fearless?
They didn't know what to say.
The man was easily provoked by the tone of his voice, reaching out his hand and pulling it by the boy's collar, making eye contact.
"Your hand slipped?"
the man asked.
He was giving the boy a chance.
After all, no one wanted to deal with a child who was just weaned. Especially people who have seen fights like him.
If he accepted, the matter would be settled without any problems.
The boy raised his hand and everyone thought the boy would take a step back and accept.
The blue behind the black hair had a strange glow.
He grabbed the wrist of the man holding his collar. He simply raised his hand, releasing his collar.
He laughed, poking the man's forehead with his index finger.
"If you're naive enough to believe such a thing, you can assume so"
Stumbling back with a small finger, the man, stunned by the power, heard the words before he could think. As he darkened his eyes in a moment of anger, the warmth flowing from his forehead dripped from his chin to his hands.
Blood.
The slightest touch of the nail was enough to make his forehead bleed madly.
It was silent.
Even the music seemed to slow down.
It was as if the moment was frozen.
"Kneel"
The two words that spilled from his lips seemed to have magical powers. His body twisted, unable to handle the sudden pressure on his knee.
Several veins protruded from his smooth forehead. It twitched like life, the jaw tensed up and the grinding of teeth could be heard.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto his shirt.
However, he could not resist this pressure.
The entity in front of him crossed his feet and rested his head on his right hand, watching him struggle with interest.
He couldn't get up.
He bit his tongue, blood pouring from his mouth, soaking the ground.
It was as if the strength in his feet had drained.
It wasn't as strong as two words.
He was defeated by just two words of the being in front of him. He staggered with a flick of his finger.
When he came to his senses and his anger subsided, he stopped the struggle. He looked up in shock, mixed with fear.
Finally, he began to study the person whom he did not dare to look at.
She was smiling at him behind her fluffy black hair. It was pretty cute with a pair of spiky tiger teeth.
If these events had not happened, the man could have treated this person as a child as usual.
But after all, this had happened, the wariness in his gaze increased.
He seemed to notice something else now.
His eyes glowed the same color as the wine dripping from his hands.
He didn't know if it was because of the strange atmosphere of the bar, but the eyes he was looking at were like rubies. It was as if a pair of jewels had been carved into the eyeballs.
And this pair of eyes staring at him seemed to cut through his skin as they swept through his body.
Is he shooting lasers or something from his eyes?
Because he felt that he was hurting.
He inhaled deeply as his teeth gnashed. What to do? In this situation, his mind seemed frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't think of anything.
Pale red eyes locked onto him like they were locked on the hunt.
The great pressure seemed to have eased when he finally changed the target and surveyed the people behind him, realizing that his shirt was clinging to his back as he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt cold sweat run down his back.
Cold.
A heavy feeling of pressure.
The group behind him was silent.
It was only 5 seconds, it took a lifetime. The group felt themselves being surrounded by a snake, each of whom was the target of their gaze. They shivered as if they could feel the slightly cold skin running over their skin.
The snake wrapped around their bodies and raised its head as if it were suffocating by contracting its muscles. The sharp fang, visible from the open mouth, dripped onto the liquid skins of the couple.
The liquid eroded the skin and hurt.
"Hahaha"
They came out of this illusion with a chuckle. This group of punks could feel the heavy sweat on their backs.
The skin, abraded by the poison dripping from the tooth, was indeed red.
With horror, they looked at the person who had put them in and brought them out of this illusion.
Right now, no one dared to call this person a child.
The slight tremor in his feet was proof of how psychologically he was.
The sound of swallowing faded into the music but echoed in his ears.
Devil!
The bright lights flashed.
An innocent smile, and bright and spotless eyes. It would feel out of place.
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
That the rebellious boy who defies them by breaking bottles in front of them is this angel-looking person.
This scared them even more.
After all, it is clear that even the devil can do it. But this type of person is mysterious. How far he can go is unknown.
Uncertainty is human nature's greatest enemy and fear.
Not knowing what would come before him in the dark, this bottomless pair of eyes were as deep as an abyss.
It was as if time had frozen when they looked into those eyes.
After all, if you stare into the abyss for a long time, the abyss will also stare at you.
-To be continued-