The livestream lasted for more than an hour. Doctors couldn't enter the villa. More than a dozen black dogs lay at the entrance, blocking every exit. Whenever anyone tried to crawl out, the dog heads on their bodies would open their jaws, sending them rolling back across the floor.
Briar's condition was the most severe. Pustules layered over one another across her body, spreading from her arms all the way to the tops of her feet. When each pustule burst, a small patch of black markings would be revealed beneath.
When pieced together, the markings formed the curse marks she had once designed for me. A hellhound climbed onto her left cheek, a gargoyle pressed against her chest, and the blue‑scaled rattlesnake coiled around her waist. Right in the center was a row of snarling dog heads.
