For a second, the man's body twitched—then went completely still, crumpling lifelessly to the floor.
Across the room, the last remaining man stood frozen in place, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
He couldn't even breathe properly anymore.
His lungs burned. His mind screamed at him to run, but his legs wouldn't obey.
His mouth opened to shout—to beg—to do anything—but no sound came out.
Only a faint whimper escaped his throat.
This isn't human, his mind screamed. This isn't human at all!
But Raymond didn't give him the time to process it.
With a terrifying calmness, Raymond stepped around him.
Before the man could even turn to defend himself, Raymond was already at his back.
Without a single wasted movement, Raymond's fingers curled into claws, and with a savage, tearing motion, he ripped into the man's neck.
The flesh tore open with a wet, grotesque sound.
Blood gushed out in a violent spray, coating the floor and walls around them.
