Klautz's eyes squinted.
*sniff* *sniff*
His feet moved all on their own as if by reflex as it took him towards the direction of the fresh smell.
His sense of smell wasn't any different from anyone at his level, but being acquainted with this crimson fluid for so long in his life, he could feel it with every cell on his body.
Before Klautz knew it, he was moving towards the partition that he had laid out. The white cloth was what blocked his view.
Verona tilted her head to the side. Clueless about what was happening she got down too as she got a towel to cover herself up.
She could only follow behind Klautz out of curiosity.
"It's close," Klautz whispered.
Klautz lifted the curtain as what he feared was proven right.
The woman laid on her bed probably already dead with her throat mercilessly slit apart. She was the same roommate that was mumbling an hour ago complaining about the noises.
