"Yeah."
"Did she say anything before she left?" Yomeko asked, watching as Neoni gently set the katana down beside her.
"No… at least, I don't think so," Neoni murmured, turning her body toward the window. The rain had thinned to a mist, and pale light filtered through the broken glass, painting ghostlike patterns across the floor.
"I see," Yomeko breathed.
Her gaze drifted to a tall, worn-out door standing across the room, slightly ajar, hiding whatever lay beyond. Pale moonlight spilt through a crack in the ceiling, landing squarely at its base, illuminating dark streaks that trailed across the floor.
Blood.
There was a lot of it.
More still oozed from beneath the door, slow and steady, like the aftermath of something that had long since stopped struggling.
She ran her tongue across her lips, eyes still locked on the blood pooling beneath the door. The silence hung heavy until her stomach growled, sharp and loud in the stillness.
A raw, aching hunger twisted inside her.
