As Kato devoured Austin and Jones, the group stood in stunned silence, their faces pale and horrified. The gruesome sounds of flesh tearing, bones crunching, and guttural growls of satisfaction filled the air.
The pungent smell of blood mixed with the damp earth hung heavily in the night, choking any words that might have dared to escape.
Scarlett watched Kato with an unreadable expression, her crimson eyes gleaming like twin embers in the darkness. She seemed to savor the moment, her lips curling slightly in grim satisfaction as though a long-burning anger and hatred had finally been satiated.
Ethan, by contrast, looked as if he might vomit at any moment. Though Kato had killed before, an old man who had attacked them, Ethan had been spared witnessing the act firsthand. Tonight, however, it was unavoidable. The gruesome sight before him felt like a macabre horror film brought to life.
