Chapter 30
- Oscar's eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy and disoriented. He was met with an familiar ceiling, and his head pounded like a drum.
- As he struggled to sit up, a wave of nausea washed over him as a foul odour hit his nostrils.
- But it was the sight of his hands that made his heart race. They were covered in blood, and a knife lay clenched in his fist.