When Draven searched for the student's body, his gaze followed the blood trail, leading him to one of the stalls in the restroom where the boys' urinal was located. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for what he might find behind the wooden stall door, bearing the ominous bloody palm print.
As expected, the gruesome scene unraveled before him. The student's lifeless body lay sprawled within the stall, the face unrecognizable beneath a mask of blood and brutality. The sight stirred Margoth's own sense of disgust, a rare occurrence for the malevolent entity whose tolerance for repulsion was normally unyielding.
"D- Damn it. Moonblade really fucked him up," Margoth's voice resonated within Draven's mind, tinged with an unfamiliar revulsion. The extent of the carnage inflicted upon the young student had even managed to breach Margoth's threshold of disgust.