Carl was quick to realize that the strong smell of blood was not coming from the blade on his neck. It was coming from the person holding that sickle against his neck.
The other person was hiding in a dark corner and it was impossible to see their face. Based on what he could make out of the other person's figure, this was probably a very muscular person.
"Harold, put the sickle down! He's not an enemy!" frantically shouted the girl with cat ears.
The other person finally took the blade away and Carl breathed a small sigh of relief inwardly. The young apothecary took a small step back and was finally able to see what was going on since the moon was shining in through the gap in the door.
A young man was standing in the corner, covered in bandages that were soaked in blood. One of his a
