Ayra's mouth agaped in horror when the warm fresh blood began to soak his robe. Panic rushed through her veins and she questioned him again, outstretching one of her shaking palm to place over his bleeding heart. Ayra lost her voice when she saw the blood dripping and muttered in anxiety,
" Grandpa! Please don't talk. Just tell me that how can I stop your bleeding!"
Tears formed on her vision when she understood that she had triggered the pain of his heart. Her guilt had no bounds and suddenly she forgot every other topics except his painful expression. Grandpa Atlus was holding a twisted face that turned black in pain. His breathing staggered whenever he tried to calm down.
After controlling his unstable stage for a while, Grandpa gripped Ayra's hand, urging her in an alarming voice,
" Do..not..stay..back...for...me..You..can.. find..the.. truth..on.. your own.. Just.. leave now.."
