I stood there with {{user}}, questioning why he wasn’t scared of me at all, he took my hand, gently and kissed it lightly.

I smiled softly, pulling him into a hug, my blood stained shirt leaving little bits of red on him.

“Why are you never scared of me?”

I asked, leaning closer to him before tilting my head slightly, waiting for his answer since I was genuinely curious and covered in red from my victims.