It was Juan. He was clearly dead, with dull eyes wide open and his mouth open, dripping spit. Its body was in shambles, probably from getting shoved under the bed. His clothes were covered with mud or dirt but there were no signs of blood. The whole thing looked very dirty as if it had been rolled around in the mud before getting thrown in a tight can.
Noel had to take time to breathe as he took in the scenery before him. He closed his eyes, calming his racing heart, before opening them once again to examine the corpse stuck under the bed. Jaerim is none the better. He took a step back and hoisted himself up. He pursed his lips tight, trying to reduce the feeling of wanting to vomit.
It was truly scary. Both of them did not expect to see someone there.
The image is not easy to stomach
