The room Zeke brought me is the kitchen, but my attention isn't on dusty pots and pans, but on the body lying on the floor.
It's Lizard. I can't see his face from the way he's crumpled on the floor, but I can recognize his clothes and guns and knives well enough. There's no mistaking that he's dead, either.
I've seen this kind of stillness before, and I recognize it now.
But Lizard isn't the only one in the room. Another figure leans over him, grabbing his shoulders, and the sight of it is more shocking than the way Lizard so suddenly went from being alive to being dead.
It's dressed in a long purple robe, the hems of which fall to the floor and hide its shape. It's anthropomorphic, with two hands, visible shoulders and a head—but the proportions are slightly off. The hands are too short, and the head is too big. The torso grows wider to the bottom, but not like it's far—like it's cone-shaped.
