The moment the door was opened, both bodyguards couldn't help but step back a few paces, as if wanting to distance themselves from that room a bit more.
"You two guys...!" The bar owner saw their movement and couldn't help but curse silently. Two grown men, cowering like that! Aren't they ashamed!
The VIP room was dimly lit, and his retinas hadn't had time to adjust to the darkness inside, yet his foot was already stepping in.
His shoe sole seemed to have touched some sticky liquid, the bar owner paused for a moment, then looked down at his feet.
His retina reflected that vividly red and dripping color, the owner's body stiffened for a moment, then he lifted his head to glance inside the booth.
Curled up under the couch was a man... no, not exactly curled up, but because all of his limbs had been severed, they lay scattered around him, those fingers that once belonged to humans were casually thrown on the floor, like trash.
