The bulb flickered to life with a sputtering buzz, casting a harsh yellow hue over the dingy room—and that’s when they saw it. Frankie’s breath caught in his throat. Maria dropped her purse. The stiff, blood-slicked body lay sprawled on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. “Holy hell…” muttered Joey, inching forward. But none of them turned around. None of them saw the shadow behind them. The shadow that didn’t belong. The shadow that didn’t like being surprised by the harsh yellow hue suddenly cast over the dingy room before he was able to make his exit. There would be more work to do now.

Done in Procreate and using True Grit Textures.