Taste of blood

First meeting

It was an oddly leisurely day.

My schedule, which was usually jam-packed to the point of death, and the members who used to chatter loudly next to me were gone.

It had been so long since I'd been in a situation like this that it felt so awkward I even forgot how to breathe.

I felt like I wouldn't be able to breathe if I just stayed in the dorm, so I quickly left the dorm.

It was exactly 9pm when I left.

Not too late, not too early. Just the right time.

Let's go out. My feet moved on their own, as if led by fate.

I panicked and panicked again. I tried kicking my feet, sitting on the ground, and doing everything else I could on the street, but the pull of my feet showed no sign of stopping.

I was getting more and more scared. It was scary, because something unthinkable, based on human values, was happening to me.

Just when I thought I was getting used to it, my feet stopped.

It had been dark for a long time, and the road was so quiet that not even an ant could be seen passing by.

The fear in my heart that I believed had disappeared was eating away at me again.

As my mind became dominated by fear, my legs suddenly gave out.

ah-!

I came to my senses from the pain I felt after falling and quickly got up, or rather tried to get up.

My plan to get up on my hands and knees on the floor was shattered when a girl roughly pushed me.

I was startled by the strength that could not come from such a slender girl's body, and for a moment I fell over, and I couldn't help but freeze.

Even though I was out of my mind, as I said before, the surroundings were quiet and there was no sign of people or footsteps.

I collapsed on the spot, overcome by the feeling of fear that completely dominated my body.