"Curious, aren't you?"
The strange, hoarse voice abruptly sounded, cackling close to Margaret's ear. "Curious why little Charlotte is injured, why she looks like she's killed someone?"
Margaret swiftly turned around, raising her hand to release threads of black mist! Her attack missed its mark. Somehow, the room was already dominated by a thick, looming black shadow. It twisted and expanded, rapidly solidifying into a human-shaped head and torso, while the lower body below the abdomen resembled a bizarre giant python, undulating and slithering.
"Why did Charlotte kill this handsome gentleman?" "Why did a scene of love turn into a scene of murder?" "Why does little Charlotte look so... so endearing?"
It opened its arms, singing in a chanting tone, "Love is caring, it's protection, it's desire, it's a selfish performance! It's a sweet lie, a carefully woven trap, it's slaughter and destruction, control and harm!"
