Through the transparent skin you could clearly see the capillaries and textures under the surface. At first glance it was eerie yet beautiful, like those people who love to cover themselves in body paint or tattoos. But once you got closer, you'd realize those lifelike patterns were so disgusting they made you want to throw up. They weren't tattoos or paint, they were real human tissue.
Fourth Master's hands hung at her sides. She was furious now, her eyes empty of emotion—if you had to call it something, it was killing intent. She wanted to kill someone, badly. But in front of her master she didn't dare let even the slightest emotion leak out. Not at all.
