The elevator doors opened.
And Vanya frowned.
Something smelled strange.
Rotten.
The foul odor immediately assaulted their enhanced senses.
Harold wrinkled his nose.
"What is that smell?"
Vanya didn't answer.
Because the lobby was too quiet.
The emergency lights cast long shadows across the marble floor.
Not a single sound.
Not a single person.
Then—
Crunch.
Harold froze.
"...Did you hear that?"
Crunch.
Crunch.
Slow.
Dragging.
Vanya's expression changed.
"Stay behind me."
Harold immediately obeyed.
And then—
A figure staggered out from behind the reception desk.
Harold's pupils shrank.
The security guard.
He recognized him.
Mr. Gonzales.
The middle-aged man who greeted them when they moved into their resident with a smile.
Except—
His face was a deep shade of blue and purple.
His eyes were milky white.
His uniform was soaked in blood.
And his mouth...
His mouth continuously chewed.
As though he were eating something.
Harold's face turned pale.
