"You're a vampire—you think you can do whatever you want, and now you're asking me what I want? Weren't you the one stalking me? Weren't you so tough? Come out and fight me!"
"..." Silence from the coffin.
I snorted, raising an eyebrow as I coldly surveyed the surroundings. The attic was exquisitely decorated, yet utterly devoid of any childlike charm. The skeletal specimens hanging on the walls starkly revealed just how bloodthirsty the "child" inside the coffin truly was.
Seeing that he still refused to speak, I cut straight to the chase. "By the way, how did the bottle of blood I had Bin deliver last night taste?"
He suddenly erupted in fury. "You're despicable! You put mustard in it?!"
"Ha!" Lying atop the coffin lid, I couldn't contain my delight. "I was going to use garlic juice, but since your crimes weren't worth it, I went easy on you. Mustard's quite the treat, isn't it?!"
