C86 The art of puppet

In a trance, the porcelain cup was like snow, further accentuating the blood in the cup. It was held in his hand and extended to her. It was shaking with a faint bloodlust, seeming to be a silent enticement.

"What is this …"

"The blood of the human heart."

"Blood of the heart?" Curious, she leaned her head forward, the thick blood staining her eyes red