Blood Pact      

Xin's gaze shifted to her face and steadied on the peculiar telephone in her hand.

The telephone, despite its vintage dial design, bore an eerie and ominous aura. Crafted from clear crystal, it seemed to capture and refract the surrounding light, casting a sinister glow around its spiky, gothic structure.

The entire device was transparent, allowing a macabre sight to unfold within its confines –– blood, dark and viscous, swirled ominously, creating a hypnotic pattern that seemed almost alive.

The spikes, sharp and menacing, adorned the edges of the telephone, giving it an intimidating presence. Each spike was meticulously crafted, resembling twisted thorns ready to pierce anything in their path.

The crimson blood inside moved in a ceaseless dance, creating an unsettling contrast against the crystal-clear exterior.