Deader than dead

Agatha's plan was to leave Maurice's life and death to fate and for now, all she wanted to check was if Paul was still okay. Then after that, she'd bring him away and ask his people lurking around Misty and Amanda to tighten their watch.

After pushing the door open,

"Paul , I'm sorry! Are you alright."

When Agatha looked at the scene inside, she was dumbfounded to see everyone on the floor, except Paul, of course. He was unhurt and was only slightly sweating. It was a mystery how there was not even a drop of blood on his clothes or body when red puddles were all around the unmoving thugs messily scattered around him. Since all of them looked deader than the dead, Agatha gasped in shock, her breathing getting ragged as time passed.

'H-he. killed them all within three to four minutes?'

'T-this..'

Even though Agatha knew he was someone with bloodied hands, as she laid eyes on those he had just killed, it was hard for her to not get shaken. It was her first time being near to many corpses