A sense of dreaded foreboding crippled my nerves as I approached the charred room with bated breaths. "No... No... It can't be..."
Just around the corner, I heard the tone of a disturbingly familiar and measured voice. "Huhhhh, this suit is a goner... What a pity."
'No... It can't be!'
Every inch of bone, every thread of flesh, and every cell in my body howled for a full retreat.
'I should probably run...right?' The smallest fibers of my being tugged on my consciousness. They begged me to cut Joseph loose and run from the room. Yet, a maddening curiosity overpowered my senses.
I tossed my logic away, discarding it into the winds of intrigue.
A grotesque, pungent stench of grilled flesh permeated the air. The odor assailed my senses with increasing strength as I turned the corner.
What I beheld next... It was a sight beyond the understanding of sanity.
