That night, when Leo finally came back from outside, it was already 3 A.M. or something, I couldn't really remember the exact time.
Since the only thing I could remember, and remember it well, was the sight of him being soaked in blood - not his own blood, of course, it looked just like a gallon of blood of different colors got thrown on his body: be it red, blue, green, or even purple? Boy had it all.
Still, I wasn't so shocked by the scene, it had become somewhat of a normal reoccurrence that Leo would come home covered in blood... or even some pieces of flesh of his enemies.
When I first came to take residence at this second home, it was, indeed, shocking, though when sh*t just kept happening - and happening twice a week - you just gotta get used to it, I guessed?
Also, I couldn't really tell what caused him to be that bloodthirsty, didn't want to point it out, and didn't want any trouble...
Just gotta let it happen.
