Chapter 119 Supernatural Vs Ordinary

Heaven in hell—it seemed the perfect way to describe the scene around him. 

The once-peaceful estate he had known for years was now drenched in blood.

The fleeting sense of satisfaction Michael felt instantly vanished the moment his gaze swept over the carnage.

He turned his gaze toward his apartment building—or, more specifically, the window he had leapt from.

Aunt Mia stood there, peeking through the window. 

Her body trembled, but she forced herself to watch—not the carnage, but at him.

Michael frowned.

He hated what Aunt Mia was doing to herself. This was nothing short of mental torture.

Yet, there were things he couldn't control—her freedom to be one of them.

Strangely, while the bloody massacre before him was horrific, it stirred little more than mild discomfort.

Perhaps it was because he had spent the past few days knee-deep in corpses, battling monsters, and narrowly escaping death.