Lake of Blood
'You're a slut. How can you stomach joining a healthy and stable relationship with your friends? Isn't it ironic that that's the first huge thing you did the moment you got rid of your curse?'
'And you dare tell yourself that you're not like other girls? Be for fucking real! You're just like them, cut from the same mold, you're no different. You're the worst type of woman, a homewrecker.'
In the middle of a dark and gloomy sky, a lake that consists of a dark and viscous crimson substance could be seen.
From a glance, it is obvious that the lake was hot. Wisps of steam could be seen coming off it. It's even bubbling a bit. Its stench was almost unbearable too. Like that of a sewer that hadn't had any maintenance for at least a decade.
No one in their right mind should have any idea of going into that lake, much less submerging in it.
Yet right now, three people could be seen doing just that.