She raised her blood-stained fingertips to her eyes, staring at the shocking redness, then slowly brought it to her lips and licked it very lightly.
The taste of rust explodes on the tip of the tongue, carrying the sweetness of life and the temptation of death.
She looked at the window that was still shaking slightly, and at the boundless, everything-devouring night outside. The light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and finally condensed into an almost crazy smile.
"Black clothes..." She murmured to herself, her voice low and hoarse, but full of strange satisfaction and... Expectation, "My gorgeous black clothes... We... Will definitely meet again."
