Chapter 9 — Soran the Throat Slitter
The following day.
Vivian sluggishly opened and rubbed her eyes. She was about to get up and prepare breakfast, but then the girl noticed the bowl of porridge on the table as the tempting aroma entered her nostrils.
When she looked toward the stove, Soran was there frying an egg with a serious expression. It was an amusing scene, as he was wearing an apron and preparing breakfast like a housewife.
“Big brother, isn’t this a bit too wasteful?”
Vivian took in a deep breath of the oily fragrance in the room and circled her sleek arms around Soran’s neck. She secretly sniffed his body, and as expected, there was a faint scent of blood. For some reason, she was sensitive to the smell of blood since she was a small child, and she could easily tell if Sor
