"What!?"
"A proper mad man!"
"Young master?"
The shouts came from all sides as his blood poured all over the ground. Xenia attempted to rush towards him but with a wave of his hand she halted in her tracks. Her eyes wide open.
Jacob stood there as everyone watched in surprise, blood dripping endlessly from his wrist. But he didn't seem to be in any pain whatsoever, he stood there still narrating the story.
"You see, this witch, she would slit her wrist in this same manner. And then she would slit the other one…"
He carefully removed the dagger from his mouth, replacing with the bloodied one, and then slit the other wrist. Causing another round of gasps to escape their mouths.
"And then, she would turn around, just like this, let her dripping blood create a circle around herself." Jacob spread his hands out and spun around slowly, his blood poured all over the road, everyone watched in silence. What could they say?
They could not fathom what they were witnessing.
