Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

The bloody chair is still dancing and I want to express something, and I don't feel like it's swirling. However, humans have not been formed to be able to express the feelings of the chair. Soldiers with spears can't afford the status quo. No other passengers or drivers will notice.

I wonder if only four of us can see it. Soldiers approached afraid of the tip of the spear. I feel that the bloody chair is pointing at us with a squeaky sound on the floor at the end of the chair. When the tip of the spear touched, the bloody chair puffed Blood out of the area. And gradually stopped moving, and the color also eased red, familiar with the surrounding chair, and seated on the spot like a family member.