Murim Recurve

Warning: Following scenes has some Gore. Reader discretion advised.

Re'Kha switched off her car, turning off all the lights within. She made it seem like there wasn't anyone inside the car, using the opportunity to peer outside with some mental peace.

Even then, she was on guard; her right hand held the pepper spray as her left held her phone, intending to call the police the moment something happened.

Re'Kha saw the traffic in the road slowly trickle down to a halt, all the while focusing on the bike and everything that happened nearby. She then saw a man, who was most probably a young adult judging by his body stature, gait, voice, and manners, head out of the nearby building.

The building seemed to be a hotel of sorts, and judging by its conditions, it wasn't something people with money preferred. The man was smoking a cigarette as he started flailing a string of curses for no reason, moving around as he kicked everything in sight.

His cursing shouts were almost the sole sounds that resounded in the area as Re'Kha noticed the lights from the nearby buildings switch off one by one. It was past 10:00 PM now, as a chilly wind blew through the streets.

For some reason, Re'Kha could feel a chill creeping up her heart. She then felt around, realising that it wasn't that cold. But the sense of chillness continued to build up in her. This feeling was familiar, but at the same time, odd.

'Is there a Sha here? But such a thing cannot exist on Earth.' She frowned, feeling a sense of fear creep up in her. But irrespective of what, Re'Kha kept calm, also suppressing the ego of the character she inhabited.

The sense of fear generated by her was tremendous, also affecting Re'Kha as time passed. It was affecting her thought process, interfering with her logical state. On seeing that her situation would become worse as time passed, Re'Kha didn't wish to remain in the place, inching her hand towards the car keys, intending to start the car and drive away.

She planned to drive around and search for clues. After all, just sitting in the same place wouldn't bring about anything subjective and conclusive to her. So, Re'Kha planned to risk it a little. If she stayed behind any longer, her mental state wouldn't be suitable to solve anything, even if an opportunity presented itself before her.

Just when she was about to start her car, the man's shout from the other side of the road resounded. For some reason, he was fuelled by anger. And, to vent his anger, he kicked the bike parked nearby.

And, it was the very same bike Swetha's mother missed getting run over by when she was controlled by Re'Kha.

The man seemed to have kicked its muffler, screaming as his unguarded legs seemed to have been singed by it. He cursed immediately, "Who the heck has driven my bike? Just you wait. I'll kill you the moment I find you."

He also seemed to be drunk, for he unleashed a lot of drunken stupors as he flailed around, kicking the bike once again as he jumped around in pain. Re'Kha immediately sensed something was amiss when an intense stench wafted over to her the moment the man kicked the bike.

For a moment, she froze in fear as the man took out his knife and plunged it into the bike seat, causing something to spurt out from it, splashing everywhere. Some of it also fell on her window, thanks to the pressure at which it spurted. It had a tang of iron in it, judging by the smell it produced. It was blood.

"Kya!" Her character screamed uncontrollably as she immediately shut her mouth. Thankfully, the man didn't seem to have noticed her shout. Rather, he seemed to be caught up by something as he stared at a spot in surprise.

His expression soon morphed into shock as he shouted at the top of his longs, staring deep into the darkness, at the figure hidden behind a tree placed next to the palace walls. There was a gap of two metres between the tree and the walls, moreover, the tree wasn't too big. It seemed like an ornamental shrub placed at the side of the road for decoration purposes.

The moment the man shouted, a figure rushed at him from behind the tree, flashing a knife as he butchered him immediately. The man had been drunk, so he wasn't an opponent to the figure that seemed to be trained in the ways of killing a person.

Re'Kha watched in shock as someone was killed right before her. More than her own emotions, it was the emotions felt by her character who was so overwhelmed by fear, it paralysed her legs. Re'Kha was unable to get up or even react for the time being.

All she could do was stare with wide eyes as the figure wearing a simple brown pyjama hack the man a couple of times and swiftly end his life. He then cut open his stomach and pulled out his small intestine, using it to tie up his leg.

He then grabbed hold of the other end of the intestine as he dragged the dead man on the road, walking over to the tree as he stopped. He threw the end of the intestine over a branch of the tree as he coiled it around the hip of the man, tying up a complicated knot.

He then pulled one side; the body of the man was lifted up. As the small intestine was getting stretched under the load, he made a second and third loop, using the distance of the small intestine to his advantage as he coiled it around the branch, completely tying up the man's carcass to it.

Re'Kha immediately threw up, unable to bear watching it any longer. Even she wasn't used to such raw gore, that too inflicted by a human onto another. Once she emptied her stomach, Re'Kha weakly looked up and saw the figure wearing the brown pyjama fish something out from the man's pocket.

It was his lighter. And, the lighter seemed equipped with a torch that the figure conveniently used to light up the tree for a moment, glancing at his work to see if it suited his vision.

The moment she looked at it, her face turned deathly pale as the familiar sound echoed in her mind.

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