Horror Game? Looks Cute
A unicorn stood there, horn still dripping fresh blood, and gave each of us a card.
Then she spoke. "Have you seen my mate?"
I froze. No clue who she meant.
I stayed quiet.
Her eyes flared red. Then she snapped.
"Why? Why haven't you come yet? I've waited so long!"
She charged.
That horn? Basically a blade. Aimed straight for my chest.
Right before impact, a flash of silver tore through the air.
When I blinked, her horn was gone—clean cut.
The silver cross Darkblood Count gave me was floating midair, cloaked in black mist like it had a mind of its own.