In front of them lay a man no more thatn twenty years of age. His eyes were wide open and there was blood all over his body. Two puncture holes were aparent on his neck.
Malichi moved closer. He bent down and checked the man's pulse.
"He's dead." Malichi started to walk off when a familiar voice came from the shadows.
" Malichi?" asked a feminine voice.
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