"Be free..."
Ethan's blade sliced cleanly through the woman's neck, and her headless body collapsed to the ground.
Another terrified soul, liberated.
After killing Margaret and the four remaining survivors, Ethan collected their bodies and stepped into the dimly lit street ahead.
Lying on the ground was Edward's corpse, mangled and torn apart, his blood pooling into a dark, sticky puddle. Under the silver glow of the moonlight, the blood shimmered with a faint crimson hue.
A few stray cats had gathered around. Their tongues flicked out as they lapped at the blood, smacking their lips as if drinking milk. Others gnawed on Edward's flesh, their jaws stained red with blood.
"Enjoying your meal?" Ethan's voice broke the silence as he approached, his figure moving steadily closer.
