Alicia felt the slippery floor under the soles of her feet, wet with crimson.
It was a cold night, and her clothes were thin... even the light of the room seemed harsh to the ten-year-old girl.
Even though there was no blood in here, the smell was stronger, bothering her sensitive nose as she stared at the sight in front of her.
Both her parents were down on their knees, their heads bowed, while their veins bulged under their pale skin... they weren't injured, just light cuts on their faces in different places, enough for drops of blood to slide down and trace their paths.
Even from the far side of the room, she could see the muscles of her father's jaw standing out under his skin, but all that came out of his throat was a faint sound, angry... and afraid?
Alicia's heart beat faster as she saw her mother's eyes widen when she caught her presence, Rosa's fingertips trembled, but it was no use.
