Chapter 72: Ripper
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Throughout history, the sight of blood froze the hearts of billions. The thought of laying bare what was inside yourself frightened the human heart. An instinct to protect itself. An instinct that, regardless of reason, told people to look away.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Yet instincts could be controlled. Levelled and manipulated to one’s own needs. Humanity had conquered the fear of blood long ago. Only few remained to fear the sight of red.
Never in a million years did Sun-young think she would be one of them. Captured by a dark, twisted dagger in her heart that screamed at her.
’Run! Run! Run! RUN!’
Marta shouldn’t have been here. She shouldn’t have joined her. She shouldn’t be covering her mouth, stopping her hiccups, crying while believing this might be her last moments.