Golden curtains frayed at the walls as chilled air seeped into the top chamber of the Castle of Souls.
The room was lit, neat, and also well arranged. Leon sat at the center, slowly analyzing the scroll in his hands.
"How do I even open this?" he asked, brushing his fingers across the skin-like texture. He pulled his right arm back the moment a sharp pain seeped into his skin.
"Ooouch!"
At first no blood came, but as he focused on the cut, he saw blood coming out. Two of the drops fell from his index finger and landed on the scroll when he tried to wipe it clean.
In the twinkle of an eye, the tiny drop began to expand. It first turned into layers and began moving in every direction.
Leon became extremely poised and watched them move. After the moving blood stopped, the scroll was now a mixture of brown and red.
Leon hesitated, wondering what to do. But then, he felt a force pulling his arm to the scroll.
