Manson
I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the suspect's lifeless body. One moment, he was confessing, and the next... this.
I could sense dark magic lingering in the air—a tangible presence that made the hairs on my neck stand up. The burn mark on his arm, now rotting his flesh, confirmed my suspicion. Whoever we were chasing was more deadly than I had anticipated. I had underestimated them.
"He's...he's dead." Elizabeth's voice broke the silence, her words barely audible.
She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with horror. I saw her legs buckle, and my protective instincts kicked in. I rushed towards her, catching her before she hit the ground.
"Elizabeth!" I exclaimed, holding her close as her body went limp.
"Stay with me, please!" I murmured softly in her ear. She must have been sho
