I flew quickly toward the source of the sound. As I drew closer, I slowed down and carefully concealed myself.
The sound was coming from inside a building.
Screams rang out from a room on the second floor of a dilapidated two-story building. They were accompanied by the sound of motors, and the sounds of flesh and bone being cut.
I crept up to the window and peered inside. A man was lying on a crooked wooden bed, while several chainsaws, drills, and hammers danced through the air.
The tools were tiny and lacked any metallic sheen. They looked like plastic toys. But whenever they came down, blood and flesh flew. The man lying on the bed screamed, his cries piercing the roof and filling anyone who heard them with fear and pain.
The man wore casual clothes, and his hair was a mess, but I still recognized him. He was the man in the suit from the gathering I'd been invited to. Compared to how proper he'd looked back then, he was in a wretched state now.
I had no idea why he was lying on the bed, being dismembered by those toys. I hadn't seen him use his ability, either. At the very least, it clearly hadn't affected the toys attacking him.
Amid those screams, the door to the room opened.
I jumped and quickly dodged to the side. A woman screamed from inside.
The toys stopped, and the motors fell silent. The man's groans were faint, barely audible. In that setting, the sound of a woman's heels became crystal clear.
I peeked inside. The toys had started cutting into the man again. This time, he couldn't even scream.
Beyond the open door was a staircase.
I circled around to the other side of the building and saw