Chapter 167: Morning Horror’s (ii)

Clark’s POV:

The room was dim, the kind of darkness that clung to every corner, refusing to let go. The only light came from the small window, the weak rays of early dawn doing little to chase away the oppressive gloom inside. The air was stale, thick with the smell of something metallic. Blood. It wasn’t the first time I’d smelled it in this place, and it wouldn’t be the last.