Publisher's Synopsis
I can get away with anything.
Slumped against the wall, he sat in a pool of blood, his body weary from the struggle. The air was thick with the metallic tang of iron, mingling with the sour scent of sweat and fear. His breath came in ragged gasps as he surveyed the lifeless body nearby. "Still so much to do," he muttered hoarsely, the weight of his words reflecting the exhaustion in his bones. Gripping the corpse by the ankles, he dragged it across the floor, leaving a trail of crimson in his wake.
