Rio immediately reeled his body backwards, removing his mouth from his hand. He crawled backwards, bewildered of his actions.
"What...?" He muttered, confused. He didn't even know what happened. His body just moved by itself, reacted by instinct.
'...Something is wrong.'
Feeling an ominous sensation, he shifted his attention to his hand. On his hand, a huge bite mark was etched on top, painted visceral red from his teeth. But that was not what mattered to him—it was the blood flowing down his fingers.
His gaze stayed on the blood, longer than he wanted. There was just something about it—so intrinsically beautiful and alluring, it attracted his deep innermost instincts, his body mov—No!
"No!" Rio shouted, stopping his body from moving. What the hell was wrong with him? He thought as he forced his body still. That was… the confirmation. There was definitely something wrong with him.
'But what was it...?'