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That night, the rain fell in fine, cold sheets, much like the unnameable presences lurking within the city, bringing with it the last trace of gentle solace. The moon hung in the sky, its blood-red glow filtering through the clouds and casting a crimson light upon the ground, enveloping Hunter's gaunt figure in a scarlet radiance. This scene resembled a silent revelry at the edge of the world, hinting at some unseen force watching over.
Hunter knelt on the ground, utterly spent, as if all his strength had been drained away, trembling violently. His knees sank into Marbury's severed limbs and flesh, blood soaking through his clothes, slick innards and shattered body parts surrounding him. The cool, slippery sensation felt like cold steel, completely engulfing him; the stench of blood assaulted his senses, as if it were soaking his very soul in this sacrificial offering.
In the wind around him, there seemed to be faint howls echoing, intermittent sounds that appeared to be praising Hunter's mad performance from afar. Those intangible presences watched and whispered in the darkness, cheering for this moment. Hunter felt as though he stood at the center of a vast stage, and he was the star of this performance, wielding a bloodied knife as he completed his wicked masterpiece.
"Ah..." Hunter lifted his head to gaze at the blood moon above, his eyes filled with madness and joy. The flesh and blood of Marbury were now his greatest work, a tribute he offered to the darkness. The severed arms, fallen intestines, and shattered skulls seemed like gifts and petals cast down upon him, drowning him in endless praise.
"Haha... Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Hunter let out a piercing laugh, tears uncontrollably rolling down his cheeks. His laughter was sharp and filled with an insane delight; in that moment, he felt he had reached the pinnacle of his life. This was not a cry of fear but rather an expression of ultimate joy and satisfaction. He had accomplished everything he set out to do, becoming the darkest presence in this world's shadows. His tears mixed with blood, trickling down his face and falling into the carnage around him as if they were part of this frenzied feast.
"I... have completed it..." Hunter's voice was low and trembling as his hand gently brushed over the pile of bloody corpses and remains before him, his eyes filled with madness and pride.
He knelt there as if receiving some dark praise, quietly savoring the aftertaste of this sacrifice. The howls around him, the red light of the moon, and the chilling rain all merged into one, forming a silent backdrop to this city. And in that moment, Hunter became a true mad artist, fully realizing his most insane creation.
Marbury's disappearance did not immediately attract attention. His family had long grown weary of his life and held no hope for his rebellious existence as a small-time delinquent without a future. His relationships with friends were superficial; his absence would not disturb those bored companions at the bar. The only ones who noticed something amiss were the school authorities. As a student who had missed three consecutive days without explanation, he could not go unnoticed.
When the class teacher opened the attendance system, they noticed that Marbury's name had not appeared for three straight days. Initially thinking it was just another careless student skipping class temporarily, concern began to rise when they checked past attendance records and saw that Marbury's absences had been increasing. According to school policy, parents must be contacted for students who miss classes consecutively; thus, the teacher had no choice but to call Marbury's family to confirm his situation.
"Marbury? He hasn't come home..." came a detached voice from the other end of the line—tired and seemingly indifferent to their son's whereabouts. This only heightened the teacher's worry; they subsequently reported to school authorities that a student might be missing. After a brief review, school officials felt compelled to report this matter to the police and formally file it as a missing persons case that same day.
Though Marbury's disappearance seemed trivial to family and friends alike, it was not something law enforcement could ignore. Following standard procedures, police began investigating his last known movements and retrieved records of his activities before vanishing. Soon enough, surveillance footage from Marbury's last night at the bar was found by investigators.
The footage showed Marbury standing outside the bar alone against a wall while drinking beer—he appeared somewhat lonely. At that moment he seemed unremarkable until a slender man in a coat entered the frame. The man's unnatural gait caught police attention; he briefly conversed with Marbury before both left together out of view from the cameras.
This scene became an important clue for the police. They began investigating the identity of the mysterious man and conducted a deeper search in the direction where they were last seen. Every detail was meticulously examined, and the disappearance of Marbury started to become a focal case for the local police department.
Following the leads from the surveillance footage, the police tracked the last movements of Marbury and the mysterious man, extending from the city market all the way to the desolate outskirts. The figures of both men gradually blurred in the footage before disappearing at the edge of the suburban area. This outskirts was usually deserted, overgrown with bushes, and stretched into an endless wilderness, shrouded in darkness and gloom, as if all evil could hide within this barren land.
The search and rescue team immediately launched a large-scale operation, with squads equipped with police dogs weaving through the underbrush. The weather was overcast, and a slight humidity hung in the air. However, almost shortly after the search began, an extremely foul odor suddenly assaulted their senses, causing everyone's stomachs to churn. The stench was suffocating, mingled with a metallic tang, as if rotting flesh had been exposed to the air for an extended period.
The police dogs reacted strongly to this smell; they lowered their heads, sniffing at the ground before racing toward a patch of bushes. The officers quickly followed, anxiously pushing through thickets as they ventured deeper into the area. The stench intensified with each step, enveloping them like a cloud of decay that made it nearly impossible to breathe.
Suddenly, one of the leading police dogs began barking furiously, pulling its handler toward a secluded part of the thicket. As they rounded that dense brush, a horrifying sight instantly met their eyes—
Thousands of flies swarmed like a black mist over a mangled body, buzzing ominously. The corpse was barely recognizable as human; it had been devoured beyond recognition by countless insects. Its limbs were incomplete—its left leg and both arms had vanished—leaving only a right leg and torso helplessly hanging from a dead tree. The blood had long since dried up, and the decaying flesh emitted a nauseating stench. Fragments of the body lay scattered on the ground among the bushes; internal organs were exposed, and intestines hung from branches like some grotesque decoration.
The police were instantly stunned by this gruesome sight, instinctively taking a step back. The body swayed gently in the breeze, making faint sounds as if lamenting its past torment and suffering.
This mangled corpse was indeed what they had been searching for—Marbury.
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