Chapter 36
The room was silent. Not the kind of silence that comes from peace—but the kind that follows a storm so violent the earth is still deciding how to respond. Quinn stood near the wall, eyes locked on the blood-streaked floor behind the one-way mirror. The screams had stopped. The shaking had faded. But the image wouldn’t leave him—Sasha's face void of humanity, her movements precise, cold… lethal. Calvin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, the blade still quivering slightly where Sasha had embedded it in the table. Gary was the first to move. “s**t,” he whispered, then rushed into the room. “Someone hand me a med kit!” He skidded next to Ryan’s crumpled body, curses spilling from his mouth. “i***t’s gonna bleed out…” Working fast, Gary pressed gauze to the gushing stump, then
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