Trisha’s face turned from shocked, when her eyes widened, to inquisitive, when she furrowed her brows.
‘What’s with that look?’ Manolo asked himself, without changing his stern facial expression so as to not stir another weird reaction from her.
“Let’s see,” she said, further creasing her brows and drawing some amount of air while she placed a hand on her chin, remembering what happened. “I’m not really sure what she did, but I can only remember her a white cloth, more like a white gown, and a can of what looked like some paint, but with the stench of blood.”
“What did she use it for?”
“She told me she was gonna give them some scares. Though I don’t know what she meant when she said that.” She pulled the other chair and sat facing Manolo. “When she returned, she had red stains on her h
