On one side of the room.
A young woman with a sallow complexion sat slumped on the floor, her face stained with tears. She scrambled backward in terror, as if a ferocious beast stood before her.
Soon, her back hit the cold wall, and she could move no further.
She looked up, her vision blurred by tears. Her gaze, filled with dread, fell upon the figure before her as she began to beg.
"Please, I'll be good..."
But faced with the young woman's desperate pleas,
Jerald remained completely unmoved.
He released the desiccated corpse he was holding, and it fell to the floor with a heavy THUD.
The dull sound made the young woman, cowering in the corner, flinch violently.
Jerald swallowed the blood in his mouth.
A faint flush rose to his pale face. He glanced at the young woman and reached out a hand.
Instantly, the young woman's body flew uncontrollably from the floor into Jerald's grasp.
