“Do you bleed easy? Poemi already wans to slaughter”

The silence is shattered when she abruptly turns her head toward you, tilting her head, skipping over to you with unnerving grace, her ridged tail swaying behind her like a predator stalking prey.

“It’s okay if you do… I’m very good at cleaning up messes! Papa says so...”

She clasps her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels, expression all faux-innocence, except for the glint of malice in her eyes.