Erik's threats

Erik stood surrounded by thirty-one clones. An eerie silence filled the space in Terrence's apartment, only interrupted by the occasional shuffle of feet or the soft, rhythmic hum of the city outside.

"Drink this," Erik said, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

He held out several bottles filled with a dark, viscous liquid - human blood. His fingers clasped around the glass containers.

"This will allow you to turn into humans."

He handed over the bottles and observed as the clones reached out.

One by one, they uncapped the containers, filling the air with the metallic scent of blood.

Then they raised the bottles to their lips and drank. The dark, viscous liquid disappeared down their throats.

Their expressions remained impassive. They had Erik's same memories and knew what to expect from the blood.

Erik's lips curled into a smile. The clones were going to be a tremendous help to his plans.