She didn't even know where to start with this. Her head couldn't even fathom the situation she was currently in. How did she even get here? Her back pressed against numerous corpses while a minty haired boy lapped up the flowing blood from her wounded arm. From what she could recall, she was caught between a battle of 2 branch of sin wielders. Before she could act, the pellets of blood were already ahead of her thoughts. It hurt a lot, she could recall that because of the excruciating pain all over her body. The pressure of the boy's legs upon her legs wasn't helping either. She felt too weak to necessarily stop him from creepily licking away at her bloodied flesh. He wasn't doing her any harm aside from the occasional sting from the mixing of his saliva with her plasmic blood or the occasional penetration of his tongue in the wound. Maybe he was using some sort of old Japanese technique for embalming? Definitely not. Before she could muster up another thought, she slowly drifted to a soft slumber. Probably from anemia . . . & violent discomfort.