That night inspector Franks saw an amazing sight. He never saw a crime scene like that. The body was still there, but there was something missing.
Sense. The place didn’t make sense.
The entire human had been cut up into pieces and thrown around the room. There were limbs everywhere. But not a single drop of blood. The place looked clean. Clean beyond belief.

As he tried to figure out what kind of savage thing could have torn apart a human being without turning the entire appartment red, he unwillingly remembered the 911 call he heard.

A woman in panic, saying something about an insane creature banging at the door, and in the background lood, shrill, hysterical laughter.