After their back and forth and finding a new lead they could follow, thanks to Sven being quite knowledgeable and connected, they decided to take turns getting cleaned up.
The barely functioning motel bathroom was cramped, its flickering light and mildew-ridden walls making every minute inside feel like a health hazard. Despite that, they were all in a rush to get inside. They had been bathing in a lake for the past month, so they could make do with it.
Kai was the first to get in - soaked in dried blood and viscera, and none of the others bothered arguing. Not tonight.
They all knew he needed it the most.
But more than that, there was something else in the air now - unspoken and subconscious, but real.
Whether they realised it or not, they were more hesitant to cross Kai even in a joking manner, not after what they'd seen.
He was different when he was fighting. It wasn't just violent or brutal; it was demonic and dark, unlike anything they had ever seen.
