Not a drop of blood remained—not on the floorboards, not on the walls, not on the window frames.
And most unsettling of all…
There were no bodies.
Not a single trace that half a dozen men had died horrifically.
The women checked behind the counter, under tables, inside storage rooms—everywhere.
But the result was the same: no corpses, no blood, no evidence. It was unnerving, almost supernatural.
When they finally returned to the basement, their footsteps were even shakier than before.
Ross stood waiting, arms loosely crossed, a faintly amused expression on his face.
"As I've said," he repeated, "they've all gone."
Some of the women exchanged troubled looks.
Then Ross's expression shifted.
His smile faded.
A glint of curiosity—sharp and probing—appeared in his eyes.
"Now," he said slowly, "tell me about your base."
The words weren't loud, but they carried weight.
The women stiffened, their shoulders tightening as they realized this wasn't a casual question.
