Grayson stepped through the doorway of the brick room in the basement of the Zexaron building and surveyed the empty chamber. His eyes ran over the chipped, decimated walls, worn down after extended use by his patrons and victims. In the center of the back wall hung the æsotech manacles that Grayson had installed himself. His bloody whip lay on the floor, still peppered with pieces of Frank's flesh.
Yes, Frank's flesh, that was still here. The room was also still colored with Frank's blood. Frank's hair was pasted to the wall, and Frank's scar tissue still lay on the edge of the manacles.
But in spite of all that, Frank himself was gone.