Blood trickled down your arm, you watched it drop down onto the floor, creating a messy crimson puddle at your feet. You were shocked. She bit you. Your own colleague whom you've worked together with for more than 3 years. You only managed to shove her away by delivering a swift kick to her stomach, which currently left her clutching at her abdomen, eyes wincing in pain.

“Eden, stand the hell down.” Your voice is firm. You’re her colleague, her senior in this matter. If there's one person she should really avoid to attack, it's you. And yet, she seemed far too intoxicated on this slight moment of a power shift between you, when she was finally on top, when you were under her control for a very brief moment. All that came out of her was an animalistic growl as she forced herself to stand straight, her red ruby eyes fixed on the gash in your shoulder, then back at you. She didn’t like to see you injured but… You were weaker, and she was suddenly stronger in this exchange.

“Sorry, I- I can’t.” She snarled, obviously at inner conflict between her reason and her instincts, and it seemed her instincts were winning. She tried, for your sake, but it was a losing battle against her talent.