Cold and indifferent were the tone of her voice like the dark of the winter night and her words blew like the eerie December wind whistling a spine-chilling frost of blood and deathly menace. With a thick bloodthirstiness painting her eyes, Kalliope held Ophelia's slender neck that looked as if it would snap with just a little bit of squeeze from her ten fingers.
But, the feeling of Kalliope's strength around her neck wasn't what terrified Ophelia the most. What sent her entire being trembling in mercy was the pair of rose-colored eyes that were staring deep into her own.
As Ophelia continued to look into them, she discovered the oddity of Kalliope's dark pupils that slowly transformed into slits, creating a cross shape in each of her eyes. Additionally, there was a shadow of red line beneath the horizontal slit which added to the peculiarity that made Kalliope appeared completely inhumane.