The tongue lashed out, stopping just a few inches away from Garvin's face, spraying blood across his cheek as it slammed against the wall behind him. Its slimy, horror texture clung to the surface, leaving a dark, dripping smear.
Garvin's eyes widened in sheer horror as he stumbled backward, his feet tangling awkwardly beneath him. He nearly toppled over, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"What the...?" Louise's voice wavered, breaking into a mixture of disbelief and disgust. He instinctively clutched his weapon tighter, his knuckles whitening with tension.
Scarlett, however, remained unfazed. Her cold, calculating gaze locked onto the horror appendage.
