A Gruesome Gift

Dante

The moment I stepped out of the warehouse, the cold night air hit me in the face. It stank of gasoline and salt, the smell of the dock mixing with the metallic tang of blood still stubbornly adhering to my gloves. My pulse was steady, but beneath it, a dull aching pain was spreading through my body. I shrugged my shoulders, forcing my muscles to unclench. Now was not the time to give in to t