With a click, the woman put the key into the keyhole, and after a swift twist of her wrist, a gap opened in the thin layer of glass.
Coming face to face with the leather-bound book, the woman's blue eyes reflected its bloody crimson light.
Stepping forward, she put her right thumb in her mouth and bit on it, causing a small wound to form.
A low, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips as her delicate body shook in pain, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to ignore it.
Subconsciously, she couldn't help but recall the night that her father had solemnly brought her here and given her instructions in case something unexpected happened.
Following these instructions, she stepped forward and knelt down before placing her bloody thumb onto the book's leather cover.
As the tiny tadpoles feasted on the crimson liquid, the blonde woman opened her mouth and spoke in a solemn voice, imitating that of her father.
