"The power you desire."
A hand reached out from the darkness and pushed a red sandalwood box to the center of the table. A well-dressed young man held his breath and carefully opened the box.
Inside lay a beating heart.
The young man looked at the beating heart, his face slightly pale, "Are you serious?"
A voice came from the darkness, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Haven't you already witnessed that kind of power?"
The young man turned his head to look at the injured girl in the corner; the girl had killed his bodyguard, who had broken her arm before he died.
The girl's broken arm hung by her side, the flesh on her arm constantly squirming, and the wound healing quickly.
The young man swallowed hard, closed the box tightly, "We've been friends for so many years; I trust you wouldn't lie to me."
