Amanda Smith sat on the table, clutching an ashtray in one hand, her other hand wrapping around her tattered white shirt. She bowed her head slightly, her body speckled with dots of blood, presenting a sight too dreadful to endure.
"Damn it! Samuel, this woman is downright crazy!" The man who avoided being hit exclaimed as people came in, then, without regard for his companion still lying on the ground, he hurriedly left with a sullen expression.
Samuel Johnson slowly shifted his gaze and saw his companion, who he was playing cards with, lying on the ground—a gaping hole smashed into his head, blood stained all over the floor!
His pupils contracted for a moment, sensing that things had gotten seriously wrong.
Tim Morrison was startled too, but he regained his composure quicker than Samuel Johnson did, quickly closing the door and making an emergency call.