The dead young man lay on his back in a pool of blood, but his body gradually melted, turning into a puddle of sticky flesh in the blood.
Only the twisted skin was floating in the blood.
In the darkness under the stairs, a faceless servant walked out slowly, bent down and picked up the face.
And on the stairs, there was a regular sound of slapping a ball.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom..."
The eyes of a child are innocent.