There was only one explanation for what Dexter just saw. Only one... Or two...?
'There are two ways that those people can use such abilities. One is by being supernatural creatures themselves, and the second option... Is an adaptation like the wings of fate.' Dexter thought to himself while nodding, walking through the hallway with blood dripping down from his waist.
'This injury seems to be healing quite slowly. I need blood, and I'm out of it.' Dexter thought with a sigh and then he looked at the toilet to see a man rush in and then he followed.
'How hard can it be?' He thought as he entered the toilet after the man.
Dexter waited by the door and soon, the man came out from the enclosed toilet and then he saw Dexter waiting beside the door.
He ignored and washed his hands and then his face before turning to Dexter.
