Chapter 73: Devil's Organization

"My, my, my favorite child is here." 

A woman dressed in a black gown stepped out from the crowd and touched Blanche's left cheek with an acrylic manicure. It was in the shade of red same with her lips, she's the only one wearing such seductive and bold design, her smell of some red roses that bloom together in a field on the night masqueraded the whole winter and Blanche held her breath when her cold touch brush her cheeks. 

It's the touch that can bring tears to your eyes. It's the kind of touch that once you feel even the tip of her long fingernails, it can graze your skin with sins of what you did in the past. It can make you realize that what you're doing for so long, and what you're trying to cling to live was all wrong. And that, the only thing you can do was freeze at your place because even if you open your mouth and tears cascaded on your cheeks, no words would come, it's like she held your throat all of a sudden and she'll dive on your inside