The face was smeared with blood, and the features were so fierce that the original appearance could not be discerned.
But the more it was like that, the more it instilled fear.
The young Finch was momentarily intimidated.
Jason, however, raised his 'Winchester Brothers' gun, while Bondi was also ready to pull the trigger of his revolver.
But just at that moment—
Slip.
The face plastered on the glass, as if it had been there too long, began to slide down as if running out of strength.
And halfway down, it just dissipated into smoke.
If it weren't for the residual bloodstains on the glass, no one would believe that a face had been there moments before.
Bondi was stunned.
Instinctively, the Sheriff turned his head to look at Jason.
Jason, on the other hand, walked toward the window.
But,
he had only taken one step.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh!"
"There's a dead person!"
A shrill scream erupted from the street below.
Bondi and Finch turned and ran downstairs.
