[3 pills] pt2

Ravel burst into the room, his hand under tucked inside his sleeves, he had this impenetrable smile on his face that was odd in a room full of panicked expression. His entrance was grand, however nobody even had the time to look at his direction.

Because a pool of blood was already staining, the floor, so much that it was a very gory sight to see. It was hard to believe that all these blood came from one person only, and it was the dead— but not dead 'yet' person on the table that the medics were trying to save by trying to close the wounds that was far too many to count.

Ravel observed the situation, his amusement reached its peak when he saw that nobody was looking at his direction despite his grand entrance.

He walked towards the clamouring medics, and shoved one or two out of the way. Despite the curses that was thrown at his way, it could not stop the curious gazes that was shot at the butler's back.

Ravel leaned in unto Yu Zhúlín's face after shoving the head medic out of the