Smoking a cigarette and sitting on top of the table, Shiva looked at the scene all around him. Currently in one corner of the club all the guests who were so called VIPs before were standing and shaking in fear. The walls and the furniture all around them were shattered and thrown into chaos. On the ground all around him, were lying groups of men with broken limbs and blood splattering all over the area. No one raised any voice or complaints, and only the sound of rapid breathing and loud heartbeat could be felt. Every now and then the sound of loud gulps of fear could be heard too.
-Takk-
A faint sound broke the silence, and all eyes turned toward the source. A man, with his leg injured, crawled desperately towards the exit. His trail of blood painted a grim path toward freedom, and he moved in near silence, hoping to escape the clutches of the demon that had wrought havoc in their club.
