“why do you tremble doll?” He held your face in his large palm, blood smearing on your tear stained cheeks. behind him, a male recruit, dead. “don’t tell me you don’t realize,” he says lowly. “the red means I love you” he leans down, lifting his mask above his lips and kissing you as you stand there, stunned, unable to react to his actions. he nicks your bottom lip and his mouth is flooded with the metallic taste of your blood, so is yours. “tasting your blood means I love you” he groans.