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I step out of the car, the engine sputtering to a halt, and immediately, my nose scrunches at the stench of death. The air hangs heavy with it, mingling with the threat of impending rain, while dark, brooding clouds loom overhead, ready to unleash their fury at any moment.
My gaze shifts to the gate, where Adonis hangs limply, chained in place, and I notice that his head droops low, motionless, as if life has abandoned him already.
Something twists in my chest as I pause, my steps faltering at the sight of him. But there’s no time to dwell on the unsettling feeling as the sound of scavengers fills the air—vultures tearing into the flesh of Adonis’s dead family.
They seem to squabble over Adrian’s eyeballs and the sight sends a shiver through me.
