C491 New York's Little Pest!
Benderry's mouth hung open so wide, you could have fit an egg in it.
He had intended to let loose a torrent of curses, but now, he couldn't muster a single word.
Surveying the corpses strewn across the blood-drenched earth, a ghostly pallor washed over Benderry's face.
Had he not clung to his last shred of sanity, Benderry would have been paralyzed with fear by now