Dranched in blood.

Karalana, oblivious to any sinister intent, raised the glass of beer to his lips and took a sip, not initially suspecting anything amiss. Yet a faint unease had nagged at him from the moment the drink was placed before him. Despite his instincts, he chose to dismiss the lingering sense of mistrust and continued to drink.

Kini, are you okay?" Andrew inquired, noticing his growing detachment.

Pushing Andrew aside gently to clear a path, Kini felt an overwhelming need to distance himself swiftly. He hurried upstairs, yearning to find a quiet spot where he could perhaps find solace and regain his composure, though he questioned if that were even possible in the current situation.

Turning to his right as he ascended, he struggled to contain his heavy breaths, the difficulty increasing with each passing moment. The overwhelming sensation was gradually engulfing him.