Steven and Noah followed the blood trail fast, so the mastermind wouldn't escape.
The blood trail thinned into a narrow hall. The muffled noise of the commotion and cries of children slowly faded behind them, leaving only silence.
But this silence was broken by Steven's growl as they came across yet another curtain. He looked at the dried blood on the floor and then at the curtain.
The smell was the strongest in there.
That was to say, the owner of this blood bled a lot in there and this was where the ringmaster was hiding or... He didn't even want to think of other alternatives.
They pushed into a small dark room.
The first thing they saw was the hulking clown man sprawled on the floor, body twisted unnaturally, and his wide frame stiffened lifeless.
His torn neck, the wound Josh had left him, must've been the reason for his demise. He had lost too much blood, and the pool of dried blood around him was proof.
