"Kurt? Has Densdor come back—"
The platea Veronica held slipped from her hands and shattered on the polished floor, breaking the silence.
"D–densdor, who is that on your shoulder?" Veronica asked dreadfully as she slowly drew closer.
Kurt didn't move from his spot, the smile on Densdor's face never left, his eyes squinted into slits as he spoke, "You guys didn't want to tell me about Clark, so I went to find him myself."
"Rest assured, I definitely didn't do any of this to him". He added hurriedly as he placed Clark on a nearby chair.
Veronica's eyes followed Clark's charred body with shaky eyes, her mind went blank and she fell to her knees with a lost expression.
A heavy silence descended on the room, Densdor sat next to what remained of Clark and shifted what was remaining of his hair to the side.
"He's still alive" He commented, "He's got a pretty strong will to live, but he won't last long if he doesn't get urgent treatment".
