The Blood Ritual

Translator: XephiZ

Editor: Aelryinth

The North Country Club...

The club's cellar had rows of wine racks, but most of them were empty. Some with seemingly expensive wines were well taken care of, without a single trace of dust.

The cellar was neat and tidy, and very quiet too, totally isolated from the noise of the bar.

Something was ticking rhythmically in the dark.

A round table was placed in the center of the wine cellar. Half of the table was hollow, and a slim-figured girl was strapped on it, as if she were in the midst of an ancient, feudal ritual...

There was a cut on her wrist, and the ticking sound was from the blood dripping down from her veins.

The blood was dripping to the ground, into a strange diagram, forming a cycle in the carved notches.