"Fools, it's the food."
The moment everyone realized that the cutlery they had used had already turned black without them noticing, Dante felt his chest tighten. He gagged, and before he knew it, blood spurted from his mouth.
He reached out for anything he could grab, his face turning red as he struggled to breathe. The food and utensils on the table tipped over, scalding hot tea spilling onto his hand, but he couldn't feel the pain. It was nothing compared to the agony raging inside him.
The same happened to Vincent and Alejandro, who threw up blood as the first signs of the poison took effect. They writhed in pain, the veins in their sclera turning bloodshot. Their bodies thudded against the tatami mat as they rolled across the floor, their insides feeling as though they were burning alive.
They crawled—even Alejandro—trying to reach Lucian and grab his leg.
"I…" he choked as blood began to seep from the corners of his eyes, his veins turning violently red. "...kill."
