The waiters poured fresh blood into each guest's glass. The fishy smell wafted out and pierced Anne's sense of smell. Anne who was terrified didn't know what to do, she could only hold Jack's hand next to her with trembling. But that didn't seem to affect the other guests. They seemed to have gotten used to these sadistic and horrible things. Instead, they made a toast and drank the blood. Would they also eat the heads?
Jack, who understood Anne's condition, immediately looked at Father Miguel. Father nodded in understanding. Jack excused Mr. Arison Dalton, the billionaire next to him and took Anne out of the room. He led her down the hall to the toilet.
"What the fuck is that?!" said Anne angrily as they came to a stop.
"That's our banquet!" protested Jack.
'What kind of disgusting banquet is that? It's completely fucking insane!" Anne shook her head, "No, I don't want to be here. I have to go!"
As Anne was about to leave, Jack quickly grabbed both of Anne's hands and pushed her into
