Thoren stared at the headless corpse on the ground without blinking.
A couple of feet from him, the elderly couple were trembling vehemently. Their faces etched with horror as they stared at the gruesome scene.
Neither understanding what had just happened nor possessing the courage to look away from the body lying in a pool of blood.
The elderly woman covered her mouth with both hands, while her husband stood beside her with his body stiff and his face pale.
His eyes fixed on the severed neck.
As for Thoren, he ignored their presence. All his attention remained on the corpse; his eyes fixed on it as if he was waiting for something.
And indeed, he was waiting.
The room remained silent for several seconds, with only the faint sound of the building's emergency system humming somewhere beyond the bedroom walls.
