The air around her changed and her pupils turned gold. She clenched her hand into a fist and punched the bag.
"Boom!"
It exploded into tiny pieces with just a warm-up punch, she looked at the bag and frowned.
"Ah...Useless."
"kill...kill..blood...kekeke..." these words whispered temptingly in her head, and a gold color appeared on the tips of her hair. She felt herself losing control of her other side, she took deep breaths with her eyes closed, reining in her bloodlust. The gold color on her hair tips retracted.
"Hm..." She opened her eyes, and the gold pupil returned to its grey.
Cyra sat on the ground, still feeling the thirst for bloodshed. She needs something to let off steam; sex, fight, and blood. These three things have to be satisfied or she will lose control of her cursed side.
Getting up from the ground, her face regained its calm. Walking down the hallway, the light flickered on and off, she moved to a dark secluded corner.