As soon as I reached the door, I smelled the scent of blood. I was startled as such a thick smell could only appear in a murder scene.

When I pushed the door open, my heart suddenly pounded. Blood was scattered everywhere on the ground. I felt it hard to breathe.

How many people died here? Is it one or two? 

A man’s upper torso was on the bed. His hands were raised, and his face was panic-stricken. Blood was all over his body. This man was cut off at his waist, and his internal organs had spilled on the bed. The cut was neat, just as if it was performed by an extremely sharp weapon.

The rest of his body was thrown under the bed, and his broken bones stuck out, which looked quite appalling.

I took two steps back...