The door was closed, and Thomas could hear somebody sobbing on the other side. Down on the ground was the fresh trail of blood from the dragged body. With his gun ready, he kicked the door in and aimed at the first person he saw.
“Freeze, don’t move!”
However, he was the one who froze.
In the middle of an empty room was a young boy, leaning over the bloodied body from before. Knife in hand, the boy slowly carved away at bits and pieces of the body, tears flooding from his eyes while he did it.
“Dad, wake up…”
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