Kuri was somewhere underground, in the sewers from the smell. She could hear growling and groaning somewhere nearby.

Kuri looked around...bodies.

She trembled. Was Crepsley using this place as a hideout?

Kuri wanted to vomit. The smell...like something was decaying. Like the blood of a dead man. It was horrible.

"No...no...no..." A figure was repeating the same word over and over.

The figure was slight and small, too small to be Crepsley. Covered in blood, most of it Kuri's from the attack. No wonder she felt so faint—she was injured.

"I can't...I have to stop..."

Kuri inclined her head, trying to see who it was. The voice was so familiar.

"Not her...not her...Larten...help me..." The voice was female. "Larten...not my sister..."

Realization hit Kuri like a lightning bolt. It was Reiko. She had been the killer. She was draining bodies. She had no control. And Kuri was next.