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Deep crimson.

I straighten.

“Okay. That’s creepy.”

The glow disappears.

I stare at his chest.

Nothing.

Just black stone streaked with dark magenta.

“Right. Definitely time to go home.”

I push myself upright.

My sandal slips on the rain-slick pedestal.

“Oh, shi…”

My foot shoots out from beneath me.

I grab for the nearest thing.

The statue’s arm.

A jagged edge catches my palm.

Pain slices through my hand.

“Ow! Son of a…”

I stumble against his chest, smearing blood across the polished obsidian.

Then everything stops.

The rain.

The wind.

Even the thunder seems to fall silent.

I stare at my bleeding palm.

“What the…”

A low rumble vibrates beneath my feet.

The pedestal trembles.

I look up.

The crimson veins running through the statue’s chest begin to glow.

Not reflect light.

Glow.