MINA’S POV

The sharp edge of the ceramic cut deep into my palm.

Blood quickly welled up, dripping down my fingers and splashing onto the tiles. The pain was intense, but as I looked at the blood, a wicked idea flashed in my mind.

I didn’t grab a towel but didn’t try to stop the bleeding.

I pressed my hand against my chest and let out a loud, pathetic cry.

"Ah!" I whimpered, closing my eyes and forcing my body to tremble.

I heard Roosevelt’s quick footsteps rushing into the kitchen.

"Mina!" Roosevelt gasped.

I opened my eyes, she was staring at the blood dripping onto the floor, she didn’t...