Ken glanced at the body of the student placed in the stretcher, it was the first-level student from the previous night who was bullied.
Suddenly, the memories of what had happened the previous night flashed into his mind. He recalled the details of how he had bit onto the neck of the second-level student. The taste of blood and its feel in his mouth as he fed.
"No… this can't be true."
He shook his head as he remembered this, he was refusing to believe that, he, a person who faints at the mere sight of blood, now took the same blood and drank it. But despite his refusal, his mind remained adamant on the fact that he had indeed drank blood.
That was when Sam spoke up. "The other guy you attack is dead, but this one is still alive. He's quite a lucky one." Sam informed Ken.
This information had caused another reaction in Ken as he realised that he had killed a person.
"How could I have done that?" Ken said to himself.
