The night was seductive.
The shriek from Big Mouth startled the man with angled bangs at the front.
He quickly turned his head, only to see Big Mouth collapsed on the ground, blood spurting from his neck.
The candle fell to the ground, and under the faint candlelight, it seemed to flicker as a pair of shoes appeared, but then they quickly vanished.
"Did any of you see what just happened?" the man with angled bangs asked the men behind him.
"I, I was just watching that little Zombie, didn't see anything, just turned my head and saw Big Mouth on the ground," said one of the men.
"I, I, I didn't see anything either," another man said, his eyes wide with terror as he saw Big Mouth lying on the ground.
There was a horrific wound on the neck, a fatal blow. The blood was still flowing from the wound.
Big Mouth's mouth was wide open as if he wanted to say something, but it seemed like his throat had been cut by a sharp weapon, leaving him unable to speak.
