Unknown Escape

The murky brown void is tipped over the brim from the depths of the ring. A single drop trickles down into the crystal glass to make the maroon liquid fizzle black until it settles and once again appears as simply wine. The ring is flipped shut, obscuring the ruinous pit and a black glove is slipped over.

Jovial chatter echoes through the lounge as the glass is carried across the carpeted floor. Unsuspecting faces flick smiles towards the movement in relaxed waves.

The gloved hand extends death to an over-zealous being.

"No thank you."

Heads turn and the conversation continues.