Dylan's room barely looked like a room anymore. Plastic sheets covered the floor and walls completely except for the door, sealing every surface as if this were a crime scene straight out of a serial killer film.
Seamus gave Dylan a long look, but Dylan did not seem bothered at all as he worked with unsettling efficiency.
"What?" Dylan muttered when he noticed the stare. "You're the one who told me to do this."
Using the bone blade Diane had fashioned earlier, he separated the leg cleanly into sections and fed them into the fireplace one by one.
The moment flesh met flame, the fire shifted unnaturally, turning an eerie blue as the remains disintegrated into ash almost instantly.
Otto finally broke.
He bent forward violently and vomited onto the plastic-covered floor, his body shaking as retching sounds filled the room. The air grew thick, heavy with the metallic stench of blood mixed with sour bile, making the space feel suffocating.
