Allan O'Connell wasn’t sure if it had taken ten or fifteen minutes for them to reach there because he was feeling drained and driving on I – 705 was nothing more than a peril in itself. With every heartbeat of his, he found urge in his eyes which was forcing him to sleep.

"What's happening to me?" he had been telling the same thing to her all the way to his house. He knew his sleep deprivation meant nothing when Raymond was going to kill an innocent person inside his house. Whoever he was killing, O'Connell wanted nothing but to save him. More than it, he didn’t want Raymond to leave. Nor he desired any further bloodshed.

He felt dizzy and could not even sense if he was sleeping or awake. Then he realized he was the one who needed strength instead of his mother. He was unable to walk on a straight path after he unlocked the front door.

Medicines…it's medicines making me fragile. He knew it but he couldn’t rest for some relief. "Raymond." He shouted as if he was drunk. He smelled cocktail drinks from his clothes. Anybody was going to assume he was in liquor's effect.

"Raymond!" he bellowed multiple times without even thinking if he was calling Raymond's name or was saying Redman.

"Oh! Watch your steps!" Lisey frowned at him when he ran on a cupboard and knocked it over. Sane was with the aquarium where fishes had already died because of his business in amusing himself instead of feeding starving fishes for a minute.

His eyes fell on a glass which had leftover drink in it. Someone was here, he reckoned, He was here. He didn’t control his steps and discovered himself running towards kitchen. This came from here.

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WHAM!

He plunged inside there and couldn’t judge if he was dreaming or not. He wished it better to be a nightmare because he was in no condition of affording it to be for real. Whether it was reality or a nightmare in front of him but it, for sure, was horrific.

Blood oozed out of his nostrils due to impact of collision on the floor. It was enough for him to ensure it wasn’t a nightmare. This was for real and he had to face it.

A corpse was laying on the floor.

"No! No!" O'Connell got on his feet and tried to stir the man but he was already lifeless. His eyes fell on a long knife planted inside his abdomen. He pulled it out and, even though he knew he was dead, he moved at the man's head to give mouth to mouth resuscitation or modified CPR.

It then took no time for him to find there was no probability of it.

The man's head had no face now. It was like a zombie face where his nose and teeth appeared as a human facial organ. O'Connell sighted ca's acid thrown near the corpse.

Is he dead? He started to move his hand on the body's clothes by hoping Raymond could have left a note for him. He was sure he had left a reason or some sort of explanation for this.

He was not disappointed. He found a paper parchment in dead man's pocket. He even saw pen on the dining table. There was a note written:

'He is dead isn’t he? He deserved it. He has failed on a divine purpose. Don’t keep wondering who this man was. I've left this man's identity in your bedroom. His death may disappoint you but believe me…I have done as much I could do. I have made sure you'll live more. I hope you'll live for more couple of years due to this death. I am elixir of your life…elixir made by someone's blood. You drank it Allan, you did…'