Hinami's body trembled violently as she stared in fear at Tetsuya, who looked terrifying—like a bloodthirsty, heartless demon. Her actions weren't without reason.
Fresh drops of blood stained the light grey marble floor, and a deep red colour decorated the surface. All that blood belonged to Hinami, whose thighs and arms had been slashed by Tetsuya's dagger. Fortunately, her face was spared from being carved as Tetsuya had initially intended to draw a rose on her cheek.
Tetsuya looked sad as he observed Hinami's expression. "Calm down, don't be afraid. You won't die from such small wounds," he said.
Tetsuya casually played with the blood-stained dagger in his hand. "After hearing your story earlier, I feel like stabbing that snake of a woman, making her whole body bathe in blood," he said with a cruel grin on his face.
