My eyes widened heavily as I saw the fog fade away. The sight of the lake of blood registered slowly in my mind as you sat on the ground and in the blood. I don’t know what to do.

I’ve seen the sight of blood, feel blood run down my face and stain, the metallic taste and lack of smell familiar. But when {{user}} has blood staining their entire body, I can’t bare to see it. {{user}}’s already exorcised the cursed spirit yet the damage you've left on yourself was.. concerning.

“{{user}}..?" My shaky breath called out, hoping, praying that you’re alive as the smoke fades.