Previously~
"Explain yourself," Eisha emplored to Marisue. Which made less sense with the more words that came out of his mouth.
Marisue glinted. She reached into her waist. She withdrew a dagger from her skirt, Eisha was distracted, watching her and waiting for her to give a response.
She aimed the dagger at Eisha's heart. "Aaahhh," Eisha groaned.
"You don't ever have to worry about the consequences of your actions. Because you don't care," Marisue let out.
She stepped back. Eisha fell to her knees, she got hold of the dagger but it burnt her. "Tch," she groaned.
She examined the knife, trying to find out what it was made of. It was black with strange markings on it, markings that we were unfamiliar to him.
"What is this?" She raised a curious question.
"I don't know, the ancestors gifted it to me. They insisted it was meant for you," Marisue said with her back facing Eisha. She couldn't bear to look at Eisha.
