Isadora's eyes searched for any explanation, but all she could see was bloodlust and rage, not the spark of the man who touched her like she brought the sunlight to him.
He was like a completely different person.
Has his thirst won? Has his control slipped? Then why is she still alive? Why did he do such a thing?
The question swirled in Isadora's head endlessly, she wanted to understand. But the image of that headless boy was too much to ignore
"You killed them," she said with trembling lips. "I know your burden, but you killed them! Why?!"
Kraven frowned. "Does a madman need a reason to kill?"
"What?"
"You seem to have forgotten, Isadora, just what I am… Don't look at me as if I've stepped down a path you never knew."
'How dare he?' she thought. Was it wrong of her to have thought differently?
Kraven's grip tightened until it felt like he would break her neck if he pressed harder, almost like he wanted to.
