Rey's figure had already left Gerardo when he opened his eyes. The dark clouds that had come before had vanished, and the sun was shining through his eyes. Gerardo quickly rose from his seat and dashed away from the rooftop.
"What I said earlier, why did I agree... could I kill a woman and suck her blood?" Gerardo muttered something under his breath.
The man then descended the stairs, not using his strength to reach the car park directly. Gerardo was still trying to process what had just happened.
He was deeply sorry for saying that; it was tantamount to a promise that would be difficult to refute. Now, he may only be able to resign himself to carrying out his ancestors' orders to kill someone.
Gerardo's nose was no longer filled with the smell of blood, and all the strength he had gained earlier in the morning had vanished. As if sight could penetrate walls and identify a person through their blood. Gerardo's body returned to normal, but only for a short time.