Maya's world was a tempest of conflicting emotions. As she drank from that neck, the rich taste of his blood flooded her senses, creating a strange dichotomy of pleasure and turmoil.
"Senior….. calm down."
But the moment Maya heard that voice, her movements came to a stop.
'Junior?'
The person whom she had just seen his body getting pierced by the claws…It was his voice. Then she realized the person whose blood she had been drinking was actually her Junior all the time.
Tears mingled with the crimson droplets, lost in the shadows of the cavern, a paradoxical scene of sorrow and sustenance.
'Why am I doing this?' The question echoed in Maya's mind, her heart torn between the thirst for blood and the agony of her transformation.
She felt a profound sadness, not just for herself but for the person she was feeding on. She could sense his pain, not just physical but emotional.
'Why am I here?'
