Four cubicles with black doors, two faucets and a long sink. A rectangular mirror pasted on the wall and a bloodied person breathing heavily.
Violet placed her hand under the running water for a minute. Her memory was misty and unclear, she couldn't even remember how many people she fought at the Ashbourne's estate. Violet trapped a handful of clear water in the palm of her hands and splashed it over her face, softening the hardened blood stains.
The cold water indeed made the blood stains soften. Soon some of the blood stains fell out and erased their existence on their own, but Violet's eyes remained unwavering and lightless.
Violet raised her head, gazing into the mirror that held her reflection. The loose hair strands carried by the wisp of the winds found themselves being pushed back by one hand.
