continued from an ask. @tenebrc
Allen himself was not exactly sure how much he had seen — hell, he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was even real. Right in front of him, plain as day, a man had murdered someone in cold blood. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. With his... teeth. His fucking teeth. The scene that played out before him was so horrific in its unreality, he could have sworn he was dreaming.
Just to be sure, he pinched himself. He winced. Scheiße. His heart fluttered uneasily in his throat; he felt like he was going to vomit it up at any moment.
“ — Yes, that... that is a good idea,” Allen took a step backward. Another. Then another...
As much as he wished he could, there was no way he was going to forget what he saw. But if he was being given the chance to leave, that was a chance he would gladly take.
