Zoey's sharp eyes, trained to pick up the smallest details from a distance, immediately locked onto the horrifying abnormality as her consciousness returned. The world outside the window was utterly silent—too silent. There was no wind, no rustling leaves, not even the sound of nocturnal insects.
Then her gaze fell on her comrades below. They were frozen perfectly, like wax statues, completely still. As her eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight, she saw it: the dark crimson glint on each of their chests, the gaping holes that confirmed the worst.
And in front of her, I, the only other person moving, was the architect of it all.
"I-Impossible..." she choked out, her naked body trembling violently. "What... what did you do?"
I crouched down, bringing myself to her eye level, my gaze cold and predatory. "You're a smart woman. You've seen it all. Now, guess what happens to you?"
