Half an hour later, Zachary Armstrong slowly climbed up from the ground, his hand touching his head full of bloodstains.
Sitting on the ground, he looked at the sticky substance on his palm, furrowed his eyebrows in recollection, and his gaze swept over the door panel and ceramic tiles on the ground, the scene that had just occurred resurfaced clearly before his eyes.
A trace of profound darkness flickered in Zachary Armstrong's gaze, which immediately returned to normal.
After getting up from the ground, he walked to the toilet door and at a glance saw Keira Leaf huddled in the bed shivering, with a lost expression.
Zachary Armstrong turned around, rinsed the bloodstain from his palm, wiped his hands, then turned back to the bedside, staring at Keira Leaf for a while.
Keira Leaf's pupils were clearly more dilated, her eyes looking at him almost without any focus, and her hair, which had been fine, was now a disheveled mess from her own grasping, quite disheveled.
