Later that evening, at Morgana's penthouse;
She was somewhere around the house, doing what she knew how to do best: feed the insatiable hunger in her body.
Two cleaning guys- both in their early twenties, hired for what they thought was a simple part-time job- stood in the hallway, staring nervously at the door to one of the spare rooms in the second floor of the penthouse.
They had been told to "clean up a mess." But they hadn't been told what kind of mess.
"You ready?" one of them asked, a lanky kid named Max.
The other, a stockier guy named Ryan shrugged uncomfortably.
"I guess. Let's just get this over with. I have another part-time job to go to after this." Ryan muttered, already wanting this to be over.
The duo had believed this would be a normal cleaning job but when Max pushed open the door, he gagged immediately.
Ryan's nostrils too weren't spared even though he was standing behind his colleague. The smell hit them like a physical wall.
Blood... Decay...Death.
