Blood. Crimson. Liquid. Thick. Dark.

Blood is life. And when too much trickles away, life ends.

Blood stains everything it touches, and even if you try it will never fully go away.

There are ways to find the presence of washed away blood.

You can scrub your hands until they ache, but the knowledge that blood was on them lingers.

He now knows this better than anyone. Her blood is on his hands.