For certain, they would taste as bitter and disgusting as they would seem.
As she was about to ignore the place, and hoped to find another person, her eyes caught a young man walking outside the same very bar. His clothes seemed to have been only ruined then, his skin not so flawless, his hair sticking to his forehead due to sweat. It seems as if he has begun drinking just recently. Suppose it is better than nothing.
After all, waiting any longer might cause her to lose her mind and begin slaughtering whoever comes across her path. 'I would not want a red trail behind me now, would I?'
