He carried the pot to a makeshift stand at the furthest end of the kitchen where the Chef’s body lay.
The corpse was approximately the same size as him; so ‘stealing the chef’s identity just to have a little more fun in this line of work is more than worthwhile’, he thought as he dotted a few drops of hardener into the mixture just to get an even dry rubber visage. He then poured the substance into a mould covering the chef’s corpse’s head. That was the most accurate method to ‘figuratively’ wear someone’s face.
Darius then checked the time on his watch and picked up his suppressed FN57 pistol from the counter.
As he leisurely paced himself towards Gabrieli back at the dining room table, she could literally feel the Reaper’s grip tightening around her throat.
Darius tilted his head to
