Raven follows the trail of blood, from the small spots to an even bigger one, until it disappears entirely.
"Whose blood is this?" she asks into the hollow apartment. She takes a glance around her and lets out a short gasp, her heart rate picking up at the sight of the wrecked apartment.
It's a mess, tears in the furniture, scratch marks. There's an upturned sofa at the other side of the room, the coffee table is broken with shards of glass surrounding it.
It's obvious there's been a ruckus here, everything is a mess.
"Scott?" she calls out into the eerie silence, holding on to the slight hope that maybe, just maybe, her suspicion is false and he is still in the apartment somewhere but the only thing she hears in return is silence and the crunch of broken glass under her snea
