C21 The Footprint That Goes to My Bed

Was it an illusion?

I grab the quilt, and in front of my eyes, the red petals wither.

I rushed over and grabbed it. My hands were sticky, and I could smell something special on my breath, and I knew it wasn't the smell of flowers.

The dark red liquid on my finger, it's blood, it's really blood!

I opened my eyes wide and slowly spread my hands. White fox fur lay in the center of my hands