"This cannot be a coincidence."
This was most likely correct. It was probably true that no one was killed in the dungeon before Blake arrived, but what did that have to do with him? He hadn't killed anyone. He had been recently trying to find out about his unique circumstances for the past two days. Not to mention…
"But my shirt doesn't correlate with that guy's death. The blood on that shirt came from me, not another guy." Blake stated.
Mr. Hartelle's eyes narrowed. "Boy, do you think we are stupid? I've seen you everyday and night when you come back to this here barn, and I've never seen you hurt or bleeding this badly. Hell, are you even injured at all right now?"