Allison's POV

The room was in disarray, with glasses from the lampshade scattered all over the bed. The bedsheets were rough, untidy, and dirty, with droplets of splattered blood having made red dots on the sparkling whiteness. There were pillows on the floor, and a lamp rod, broken just before my feet.

My eyes did a visual sweep of the room again, and I nodded to myself, echoing a sigh. One thing was sure. I couldn't sleep here tonight without tidying up the place, and that required a level ...