"Get down! Hands on your head!"
The guards, who had stormed into the morgue, practically bellowed the order, which was great!
Their guns were trained firmly on their targets, and they were feeling really excited! The sight of the mess on the floor was a sight to behold—a vibrant medley of white, red, and sticky, all intertwined in a most intriguing way, as if someone had magically transformed their surroundings into a masterpiece of culinary delight. Dylan's blown-open head lay nearby, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and gunpowder, heavy as a hot, damp cloth smacking against their faces, but they felt a sense of excitement at the challenge ahead.
Victor leaned against the wall, his face showing a kind of peaceful calm. His shoulders and the joints of his limbs were all se
