Vogue walked carefully into the garage space. There were lots of cars perfectly parked in neat rows with no signs of disturbance. Sedans, SUVs, luxury vehicles all sitting silent and still.
As he stood in the open space of the garage, roughly in the center, Vogue suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. The hair at the back of his neck stood on end.
Vogue frowned at the sensation. He immediately knew there was serious danger nearby, but before he could react, his body jerked violently. Blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth, dripping and stinging his cloth.
He looked down in surprise, only to see a large fleshy tendril, as thick as his arm, had somehow stabbed completely through his chest. The tip protruded from his back, dripping with his blood. It had pierced straight through his heart!
At that moment, the tendril began to squirm and pulse, swallowing, drinking.
