"Shit…."
Morgan couldn't help but swear as he stood in front of Warren's walk-in closet. Shelves had been installed and on each one a jar was placed, each containing a different set of human eyes. A quick count estimated that the number of jars was close to if not exceeding a 3 digit number.
With no cigarette available, he resorted to sticking a piece of gum in his mouth, chewing with annoyance as his stress levels began to rise. He was only 23 years old but as a 2nd year detective, he had seen quite a few things that made him wiser beyond his years.
Even still, he had not expected to find a serial killer, especially one so vile like the Watcher like this.
Morgan stepped further into the closet, the scent of aged formaldehyde hitting him like a slap. It was cold in there, too cold for a closet. A shiver ran up his spine, but he forced his legs to keep moving. Each jar sat perfectly spaced, labeled in tiny, meticulous handwriting. Names. Ages. Dates.
