Blood!
Jerouch subconsciously took a step back, his face drained of colour a he stared at the oddity before him.
Horrified, his eyes widened, wondering whether he had begun to hallucinate.
However, he wasn't seeing things, the bright res drop of blood in front of him just at the doorstep was indeed real.
Jerouch's lipa parted, but no words came out of his dry lips. His forehead wrinkled, as he felt into confusion.
He could remember as clear as a crystal that he had used cleansed in his room not long ago.
In fact, his wounds had all closes up and he just needed a day or two, to recover fully and go back to his peak state
So…
What was a drop of blood doing in his room?
Left alone to drench in the austere silent that enveloped the room, Jerouch moved closer to the drop of blood, leaning forward to get a better look.
