Oliver Bloom sat there, his mind involuntarily drifting back to that day.
Coming out of the police station, holding Elise Don in his arms, the sensation was warm, soft, fuzzy, a slight resistance when trying to evade the beast within him, her flushed face and watery eyes evoking an unfamiliar, impulsive feeling in him.
Moreover, that fire grew fiercer.
There was no way out, so Oliver Bloom endured it for a while before getting up to the shower, turning on the cold water, and rinsing himself again.
The cold shower of early spring truly tested one's mettle. After two minutes, Oliver Bloom's skin was chilly, yet looking down, it was still to no avail.
The beast, fierce and brazen, wouldn't rest without devouring human flesh.
Oliver Bloom tilted his head back, letting the cold water wash over his face, feeling utterly helpless. He was merely reminiscing that day, yet found himself in such a sorry state.
