"Anti, what the hell is this?"
You angrily point to the blood on the floor, walls, and somehow ceiling.
"Uhm... blood?"
He replies, forging an innocent looking smile.
"I mean, what is it doing here?"
You point around the room again.
"I killed someone?"
Anti shrugs his shoulders and licks one of his bloodied fingers.
"In this room?"
You raise your voice slightly, more worried about sleeping rather than the dead person.
"Yeah? Why not?"
He replies, wiping his hands on the bed and spreading the blood.
"Where are we going to sleep?"
You wait for his response.
He shrugs slowly.
"I don't mind sleeping like this."
"I mind, though."
You sigh heavily, staring straight at Anti.
"I'm... sorry?"
He stares back in confusion.
Or did he look unsure?
"I don't know why you're complaining, it's just blood. Besides, it's not like you haven't slept like this before."
He rolls his eyes.
Disgusted, you walk back out of the room.
"You can sleep there, I've had enough."
You walk quickly towards the front door, grabbing your coat.
"Y/n, no, wait-"
Anti rushes behind you.
"Don't. I'm warning you.."
"I'm sorry.. it's too much for me."
You speak up, ignoring the tears.
Why are you crying for something like him?
"Don't leave."
He quietly watches you put your shoes on.
"You can't be nice to Jack. Sometimes you can't even be nice to me!"
You yell, slipping an arm through your coat and letting a tear fall.
"I'm not even sure who you are, and you won't let me remember!"
You stare at him, struggling to see through the tears.
He's not trying to stop you.
"And then you expect me to trust you!"
You yell, turning away and throwing the door open.
"I warned you."
Anti growls, lifting his arm up and flicking his wrist to shut the door.
Determined to leave, you grab the handle and pull.
"Anti, let me-"
You gasp as he pulls you towards him.
"No one is leaving this house."
Anti says with a dangerous tone, shutting all the windows.
"Hey-!"
You start to complain, but Anti shuts you up with a finger to his lips.
"I need you to trust me... and if being nice won't work, then I have to improvise."
He finally lets you go.
You stumble back to the door, feeling slightly scared of Anti's mood change.
"Let me tell you why."
He motions towards a chair in the living room.
Hesitantly, you follow his silent command.
Will he finally explain everything?
