His Objective

London:

I stared at the woman in his hands with widened eyes, appalled and filled with rapid-growing dread as I noticed the blood that trailed down her legs, the paleness of her skin, and that very profound smell of fucking decay. Blaire that I knew never smelled like that... What happened to her?

As I unfolded the scene before me, I couldn't shake the unsettling realisation that something had tragically altered Blaire. The air was heavy with a sense of dread as I grappled with the mystery of her transformation.

I cautiously approached, my heart pounding in sync with the gravity of the situation. Blaire's vacant eyes met mine, devoid of the warmth and familiarity I once knew. Questions lingered in the air, unanswered and haunting, as I tried to unravel the enigma of her unsettling metamorphosis.

Fuyu turned to glare menacingly at Nayeli, who growled in retaliation. He eyed Fuyu down with equal contempt; both were engaged in a quiet feud, while I had my eyes still stuck on her. She loo