Luck stared at the scene in front of him but strangely it wasn't the human-like screams of the goats being slain that bothered him nor the cloaked figures who seemed to be too busy with their depraved work to notice him.
In fact he was strangely fascinated by it…
It wasn't long before his thought process began to shift, how long did it take for the goats to die after having their necks slit? Were they dying due to shock or was it the blood loss and how did it feel to slowly bleed out down to your last drop of blood.
Questions, questions, questions.
Luck shook his head realizing that he was currently thinking aimlessly. Hopping into the minds of multiple serial killers in his past life had left some rather questionable traces in his mind, some he would often visit unconsciously.
