Chapter 373: The Portal
John placed Mebuki down. Not on the floor, but on Kizashi. Her body slumped and pressed against his still form. It almost looked like a final, desperate attempt to be near him.
Nonetheless, the two were dead.
John stepped back to consider the scene. Should he clothe Mebuki?
He stood there for a moment, weighing the idea. If she wasn't clothed, it might help make this crime look authentic. Or better, it might imply that Kizashi had been killed, and Mebuki had been brutally raped by murderers before being killed.
That kind of narrative, he knew, would be devastating to hear. It would plunge many into the deepest despair, a grief that would be unbearable for those who knew them.
Yes, that would do.
Better to leave her as she was. Naked and vulnerable. It would paint a morbid picture for them, but a good one for Arthur.
All John had to do was mend their stab wounds and make it look like they had been fighting before their death.
His decision made, he turned his attention to the remaining task: hiding his tracks.
It didn't take long to clean the last traces of blood on the plastic sheeting. When the room was finally cleared, he gathered the bodies under each of his arms. Then he carried them out of the window without being spotted.
Finding the winding trail they took, he continued deeper into the woods before finding a suitable spot hidden from immediate view but still accessible.