"Come on inside," Ryder told the guard who was standing behind him.
He was inviting the man, not knowing that a hundred dead bodies were lying inside his house, dead. Since he wasn't the one who killed them, the bodies hadn't disappeared.
Ryder stepped inside the house, leaving the door open so that the guard could enter after him but as soon as Ryder took a step inside the hall, he saw the dead bodies in the distance.
A wry smile formed on his face at the sight of the dead bodies. Those guys, just how shameless were they for the feast? Did they actually step inside when Ryder wasn't here to eat?
'Oh God, I invited this idiot behind me. Could someone be more unfortunate than me? I invited the cops to see the dead bodies of people I helped die?' he thought as he hastily turned back.
"Wait!" He told the guard as he ran towards him, stopping him right at the entrance.
"What happened?" the guard asked Ryder.
