Chapter 143 His Issues

• Callum POV
• The air inside is suffocating, thick with the acrid stench of blood and gunpowder that clings to every surface like a ghostly residue. Shadows flicker across the walls, cast by the weak, sputtering lightbulbs overhead. Each step I take echoes ominously, the slick ground beneath me smeared with crimson trails and dark pools. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint creak of floorboards and the distant groans of those barely clinging to life.
• I force myself to keep moving, pushing past the grotesque scene of chaos and death. Broken furniture and shattered glass litter the floor, evidence of the violent struggle that unfolded here. My pulse pounds in my ears, every nerve on high alert as I navigate this house of horrors. The scent of copper fills my nostrils, and the weight of what transpired presses heavily on my chest.