He narrowed his eyes. A streak of blood flowed from his right wrist. Although the wound was small, the blood flow was continuous.
He looked at her. She was panting and trying to hold herself up and sitting by the door. The water on the eaves formed a stream and flowed down. Her eyes swept away the darkness before and shone brightly like the brightest star in the night sky.
She held a dagger in her hand. The blade was small and thin, but it could hurt people invisible.
She has claws and can strike back and hurt anyone at any time.
But he was careless.