Considering the state of Kreg and Judy, I knew the room must at the very least look horrific.
But I didn’t expect this level of horror and confusion. Along the walls is some kind of weird markings drawn with chalk, each symbol seeming to emit a soft glow.
On the wall to my left is a large full-length mirror with a golden frame, and when I walked past the hazy glass of grey fog swirling within, the fog clears away for a fleeting second to show the reflection of my beast.
Pausing in curiosity, I had the urge to raise my hand and touch it, especially to see if the fog is real, but something told me not to.
Kreg instructs me to lay Krystal on a twin-sized bed pushed against the wall and I do slowly, taking in everything else.
There are blood splatters on the walls, several pools on the
