Color of blood

Alastor enjoyed his dinner. He could eat another mac and cheese, but considering the amount of carbs, he might want to reconsider his health first. Nothing is more important than to take care of one’s self.

Alastor had a large burped as he went to the kitchen and washed the plates. He was about to leave and moved upstairs with one phone in his hand when suddenly there’s a door knocked.

Alastor was weary with his usual hobby, but he can’t let this slight of fatigue draw his guard down. He summoned his sword and coated himself with protection magic. He slowly paced towards the door.

Another knocked came through.

“Who’s there?” he asked.

“Is this one of your silly puns?” the woman shot back. “Because if it is, I might consider looking for other option.” He heard her loud and clear, yet her voice trails off as she’s weary.

Alastor quickly drew his sword back to its scabbard and opened the door.