Under the dim glow of the setting sun, in the eerie stillness of the abandoned alleyway, Raizel began his grim task—cleaning up the crime scene.
Ten bodies. It was no easy feat.
But with his enhanced physique of Red Berserker, he lifted them one by one, carrying them into an abandoned warehouse just a short distance from the alley.
For now, he would hide them, but later… he would burn them.
After ensuring the bodies were out of sight, he returned to the alley and carefully wiped away the bloodstains. The crimson pools that once tainted the ground were now gone, replaced by a faint smear of dirt and grime.
To mask any lingering scent, he mixed dust with the foul liquid from a nearby drain, spraying it generously over the area. The pungent stench would make it seem like nothing more than the usual filth of the slums—enough to throw off any investigator who might come sniffing around.
He stepped back, scanning the scene. It looked natural. Ordinary.
