Tribal village
Once Seki was placed on the bed by the huntress, she throws her arm over her pillow and bit down on the corner of it. She chewed on her pillow a few times and mumbled to herself as she slept.
The blade and its teeth seemed to have been stained by blood rather than painted red. It wasn’t something you should be putting in your mouth. Whatever its original color was before, it would never be that color again.


