stairs. But he stopped. He
looked at the ground, a trace had caught his attention. He bent down and went with us
the finger over the red liquid that had spread on the floor "BLOOD !?" he muttered.
Nothing could stop him now. He raced down the hall as fast as he'd never run before
always follow the red trail. He stopped in front of Kathjia's room. Sylphie sat on the
Ground. The only thing Majoh could see on her face was horror and tears.
She sat and stared in the direction she was pointing with a trembling finger.
Majoh's eyes followed her arm, but what he saw trumped all nightmares he had ever had.
At the other end of the room, Kathjia was leaning against the wall. Her slim body was from
Sword wounds littered. She still held her katana in her hand. “KATHJIA!” Majohstormed up to her "YOUR PULSE! SHE IS STILL LIVING. KATHJIA!"