Chapter 327: A Night To Remember (Part 9)

Don stood over the bodies, his expression impassive despite the unease running through his mind. The blood pooling beneath them followed an eerily deliberate flow, curling in unnatural patterns that shouldn't have been possible. 

Then there was the green. A sickly, viscous liquid intermingled with the blood, seeping from their wounds like something that had no place inside a human body.

His gaze flicked to Charles, who observed the scene with an almost clinical detachment. No shock, no hesitation. If anything, he looked like someone confirming an expectation rather than discovering something new.

Don took another glance at the blood and exhaled through his nose before saying, "I'm not sure if you're aware, but I was caught up in a case relating to Green Thorns. The local church on the east side. I won't go into detail, but the people there—if you can even call them that—showed the same signs."