Hector Grant rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed.
He had just noticed the tense atmosphere and wanted to say something to lighten the mood.
But now it seemed he really didn't have a talent for telling jokes.
Hector Grant cleared his throat. "All right, no more messing around. Let's get down to business."
Jayce raised an eyebrow. "Who's the one messing around, exactly?"
Hector Grant pretended not to hear Jayce. His expression had become completely serious. "You just said it looked familiar. Have you seen this type of zombie somewhere before?"
Jayce didn't answer right away, instead giving Hector Grant a meaningful look.
