King of Death| Vondurk 18+

Inhaling shakily, Durk presses an unsteady hand to the wall, squeezing his eyes shut when his palm slips around. Fuck. There's blood everywhere. It's all over him.

Fighting the urge to gag, he forces his eyes open and freezes when someone steps around the corner. It's the, the man from before, the John Doe. But-

The man pauses in the middle of the hall then his head snaps toward Durk with a sickening crack, his jaw hangs wide like it's disconnected from his face as he screeches, lunging for Durk just as the lights click off.