Maria emerged from the blood pool and flung her hair back, causing blood droplets to splatter in a semi-circular wave. It was a bewitching sight to behold. Her eyes were still closed and an intoxicated expression lingered on her face as she walked backward and rested against the wall of the pool.
The water—or in this case, blood—level had significantly dropped. So much so that Maria's bountiful breasts were visible. Suddenly, her eyebrows furrowed as she realized that the surroundings were quiet—too quiet. She opened her eyes, only to be greatly taken aback.
On the other side of the pool, a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes was currently crouching and looking at her breasts with admiration. She turned her head to the left and her gaze fell upon her spawns whose bodies were riddled with bullets. They were all dead.