‘No one noticed, after he’s eating your soul slowly.’
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"DID you bring the box?"
William pulled out a black box from inside his backpack. Later, he gave the box to the man whom he called as ‘master’ in front of the three of them. The man opens it slowly. A medium-sized roll of paper inside. He unrolled it on the table. Empty. There’s nothing written there.
“What does that mean?”
The man just smiled, responding to Tiara’s question. He then took a small folding knife from his suit pocket.
“Why don’t we find out?”
Tiara’s eyes rounded to see the handsome man hurt his own hand. Fresh blood flowed out of the wound on his hand. Then, he directed the droplets of blood on the paper. Within seconds, it formed an image of a droplet of blood.
