Chapter 13

It was then that I noticed a colorful flying squirrel hanging from the ceiling.

Its belly had been sliced open by the decorative wire of the ceiling lamp, its body dangling and swaying in the air.

Blood was steadily dripping from where its body met the wire, with half its intestines hanging down, nearly touching the floor. A few disgusting green flies buzzed around, and the stench of decay filled my nostrils.