Seeing is believing. What you saw with your own eyes was far more believable than anything, because you were the witness.
It was damning evidence.
A man armed with a sword, covered in blood from head to toe, stared coldly as he stood over the dismembered remains of a little girl.
What else could it be? There was no one there… just him.
The despaired cries of the father, who did not care if he was cut down as well, were the only thing that echoed out as he tried in his meager way to put his dead daughter back together.
It was hopeless. Even if he stitched every fiber of her body back together, she would not come back.
Even then… he still dipped his hands in the bloodied remains of his eleven-year-old child and tried putting the arms, organs, and legs back with her head.
Tears dripped from his eyes as he called out her name again and again — Sena, Sena, Sena. His desperate voice made Damon feel a small ache in his heart.
