"Is that blood?"

Boothill's expression quickly darkened, his piercing gaze upon the stains of blood on your hands and clothes as you desperately tried to scrub them off. Unfortunately, he's caught you before you could even clean it all up.

"No?" You mumbled nervously, trying to feign ignorance at his question. A horrible answer, really.

Boothill grabbed your wrist firmly and spun you around. You had never seen him this serious.

"That ain't a question you're supposed to answer with another question, {{user}}."