In the room, Victor walked out with his hand drenched in blood. He didn't immediately leave. Instead, he turned toward the bathroom and dipped his hand beneath the stream of water flowing from the faucet. Crimson slowly spiraled down the sink, staining the clear water before disappearing into the drain.As he did so, he could hear the sound of footsteps creeping from behind him.The shadow grew and towered over him, stretching across the floor until it swallowed his entire figure. Yet despite standing directly behind Victor, the man's reflection never appeared in the mirror before him."I thought you were busy," Victor noted.Behind him, the man tilted his head slightly to the side while leaning half his body against the doorframe with crossed arms. The movement was lazy, almost boneless, as though he lacked any concern about where he stood or who he stood beside."Of course I was busy, but there are elders busier than I am trying to kill me," said the man with black painted nails.Vi
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