Scared?

And their hands were also not intact. They painfully dropped a few pieces of broken flesh, sometimes revealing a white bone. They had very long fingernails, or should she call them claws, were very long, somewhat curved. The claws gleamed with a slimy, pale green layer, like the liquid beneath the black swamp, constantly giving off a fishy smell.

At the top of them, it seems to be a man. He is the one with the smallest blood flower, which has not invaded all of his faces, and his left eye is still intact. The stranger seemed to be smiling, and she looked up at Oralie, who was sitting on the bed, with a very bad look in her eyes. It was like hatred to the end, but mixed with a little bit of nameless fear.

Scared?

However, he didn't let Selina think for a second. The other woman's smiling face had twisted, and she rushed to Oralie like a hungry wolf.

Selina's eyes immediately narrowed, not because of how worried she was, but because now she was bound by that bloody contract. Selina and