[Four Seasons Adult Entertainment Center]
I stood before the weathered sign hanging at the entrance. The board itself was wooden with faded lettering that had once been professionally painted in cheerful colors, though time and weather had dulled them considerably. But it wasn't the sign's age that captured my attention.
Bloody handprints smeared across the surface told their own grim story—someone had grabbed at this sign during their final moments, whether seeking support while fleeing or clawing desperately at anything within reach as infection took hold or death claimed them. The prints were dried now, oxidized to that distinctive rust-brown color that old blood always developed, the finger marks clearly visible where someone's hand had dragged downward before losing its grip entirely.
