Though he was still sensitive to the previous night’s “event”, there was an urge boiling up in her. She caught sight of him wrapped in a black hoodie, cautiously walking the streets. She grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him toward her confirmed path.

He shook his head violently, pulling back his hand. She, however, had an unexpected strength and continued to drag his body that towered easily over hers. With a wide grin, she unwaveringly kept him walking.

They ended up far in the mountains, entering a dark cave. It had occurred to him way before that she was dangerous but a dark cave was pushing it. He turned to leave when she linked his left pinky with her right one. She pulled it up and bit his finger, causing blood to emit from the small hole. It hurt but his pain was set aside with ease when the murmur of wings batting in the dark echoed. A myriad of things dived hungrily down at them as they ran out, one face plastered with horror, the other with inexplicable delight.