Enzo nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief, which he then chucked to Andrei. "Clean yourself up. You look like a damn butcher."
Catching the handkerchief in midair, Andrei proceeded to wipe away the blood from his face with it. Meanwhile, Adeline hesitantly stretched out her foot, nudging one of the bodies with the tip of her shoe. When there was no reaction, she recoiled, shivering in disgust.
"Are… are they even still alive?"
Enzo cast a cursory glance at the motionless bodies, followed by an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. "Probably. Then again, maybe not."
Adeline gasped, turning her head to look at him with her eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean by that?"
