The scent of blood was insignificant, but Lerisia could still smell it. She kept looking at it for several seconds, as if the vibrant color red hypnotize her. Lerisia has fallen into daydreaming once again, her eyes frowned, allowing her exhaustion to embrace her into submission. The color red of blood was mesmerizing she wondered and yet, it was the most ghastly color on her experience as a woman. She hoped never to see it again in any other way. Lerisia blinks and just like that, comes back to realize that she has wasted 2 minutes by staring at a bloodstained finger. How dense of her. Lerisia looks around for a box of napkins, finds the box on her right and reaches for it with her left arm, only to realize it was empty.  "Sh*t..." she murmured to herself, turning her head around and placing the box aside. Of course, moving her arm too quickly after placing the box to her left, and without looking, made her tossed her family photo down and break the glass protector on it. Lerisia moved her head to see the photo stand in the floor. She closes her eyes and let out a deep breath. "Oh, for the love of-"<br/><br/>The sound of a door opening is heard and coming from it was Dr. Richard and his patient, Mr. Johnson. Lerisia turned to face them and saw that Mr. Johnson was quite....dumbfounded. It apparently went somewhat well with Dr. Richard, not that Lerisia expected the best results ever.  "Have a good day, Mr. Johnson...We see you next time. " Lerisia said, with a soft but firm tone. Mr. Johnson wave back and nodded. Lerisia tried to hide her slightly bloody finger underneath her desk until he was gone, except Dr. Richard approached her and saw it.<br/><br/>Lerisia looked him back, and after asking her about the finger cut, Lerisia just shake her head looking down. "It's nothing too bad... I just...um, I was careless...How did it go?" Lerisia smiled lifting her head and seeing the doctor was looking for a tissue. He was such a nice man, Dr. Richard...kindness perhaps was too little of a definition for him. Appreciation and admiration was something Lerisia started to feel towards him...and a sudden raw chilling sensation that navigated through her back so fast.<br/><br/>Hold on...Lerisia stopped her thinking. Something felt just abnormal. What was that cold  feeling of distress she just experienced? Lerisia looked up at the Dr. Richard after his question. "What"? her voice was soft, as if she could not let words out too easily. Lerisia turned her head to see her surroundings.<br/><br/>"A chilling sensation...you also felt it?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">______________________________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Jon stopped at the question, annoyed and a bit concerned. It seems Hannes was up to not good, he thought. He wasn't stupid and blind as his mother was about Hannes, he knew how cunny she was and how his half-sister liked to have her way, which made Jon more miserable and distant. He can't help but to accept that his family are emotionally abnormal. He turned to face her, his eyes focusing on her frigid image that was his family, or what he believes is, the embodiment of his oppression. Jon placed his hand on his hip and the other holding onto his backpack, tight it. He has no patience for her at this time.<br/><br/>"Go yourself" Jon hissed under his breath.<br/><br/>Hannes raised her eyebrows, tilted her head slightly to the left, and lips turned downwards. "I can't, I need someone to com-"<br/><br/>"I said go yourself. If you need someone, go get an adult 'cause I am not babysitting your petty ass." Jon's patience was already low. That was fast, but it wasn't the first time. Patience wasn't his nature and he knows that. His mother knows that. Hannes knows that, and yet she still asked. He knows Hannes was trying to teased him into something.<br/><br/>"You do know that I am your little sister, right? and that mother isn't with us, right?" Hannes crossed her arms, her hips moving to the left. Hannes Salem, with such a long red-orangeish hair that reached her lower buns and attitude of a selfish brat, was wearing a green-blue, loose shirt that exposed one of her shoulders, with dark brown shorts and sneakers with style. She did not wear make-up, obviously. She didn't need to as she seem herself pretty enough. Beauty was indeed a blessing for little Hannes, that's one thing she has to admit about having the genes of her mother. "If I were to ask another adult, I would...." Hannes protested. "But I trust my brother better than the rest of the town. Well, you and mother at the least"<br/><br/>Jon sighed and looked away, rolling his eyes. There she goes again, thinking of her family as a shield, and what the hell did she meant by "the least"? with that said, does she mean that him and their mother are basically there to protect her all the time and put up with her self-centered behaviour? Jon just couldn't help but smirk of disgust. "That's kind of sweet...do you expect me to believe that bullshit? If I were to know you would trust me, I have you jump in a lake full of sh*t. That would make me believe in your words." Jon turned to walk away and after that sentence, Hannes didn't hesitate to reach to him and run to the front to stop him.<br/><br/>"Can you at least come with me for a few minutes?! Is that so much to ask?" Hannes asked as she confronted her brother. "It won't take too much of the time, and besides, anything happens to me while mother is away is your responsibility as my second guardian. You can't leave me go to a place you don't know<span style="font-style: italic"> alone</span>." and at that moment, at that exact word, something strange happened. Both Hannes and Jon stared at each other, fixed into each other's eyes as if they both sense the same feeling. A frigid sensation ran through their backs, stopping their previous thoughts of each other at the time. Hannes hold onto her arms and looked down; Jon took a short breath and moved his eyes around. "What the f*ck?" was their line of thought.