Rowan's corpse was no longer intact—or, more precisely, it resembled a puddle of blood more than a human body.
Fresh blood had spread across the center of the room and was still steadily flowing. In the middle of that pool was a grotesque mixture of flesh, organs, shattered bones, and brain matter—forming a scene of utter horror and revulsion.
Several people who arrived later couldn't help but frown at the sight.
"There are large, consistent blood splatters on all the walls," Susan suddenly said, then clasped her hands and mumbled something under her breath as if offering a prayer or blessing for Rowan's death.
"Why would it be like this? Was he tossed around like a ball before he died?" Fiona tried to reason through what had happened.
"What's so hard to understand? Maybe the house simply shrank and crushed Rowan into mush," Jessica tossed her hair and offered flatly.
Though Jessica's theory sounded far-fetched, the others felt it plausible.
