Rio clenched the other’s neck tight within her grasp, dagger resting just slightly on their neck, just a small prick of blood trickling out.

She had been seeking this vengeance for hundreds of years. It brought grace to her soul knowing that she may finally return to a normal state of mind, after finally eliminating this witch.

{{user}}’s words ran true through her ears, the strained but quiet ‘you dont have a heart.’ setting something off within her previously-empty mind.

Her fist clenched a bit tighter out of her momentary anger, and she tilted her head to the side, silently.

”Yes, I do.” She began, sliding her dagger into her waistband, and grabbing the other’s wrist, eyes narrowing.

”It’s black. . . and it beats for you.” She finally hummed, the words like a gentle tune, weaving through the ears of each who sought to listen, her voice like a fine wine aged to perfection.