Chapter 225

There used to be a rumor that circulated around about Steven. People said that he was a lunatic who liked collecting animal corpses and putting them in glass cases. Back then, I hadn't believed it. But what lay before me shocked me to the core. There were countless glass cases on the shelves in the basement. Each of the glass cases contained many different types of dead butterflies. They were essentially taxidermied. I could see butterflies of many colors. There were blue ones, black ones, and colorful ones. And the glass case at the very bottom of the shelf contained a taxidermied cat. The cat lying inside the case seemed peaceful. There were also puppies, snakes, hamsters… "Scared, are you?" Eason asked. He saw that I had stiffened up and sweat was starting to form on my forehead. Then, he sneered and continued, "He's a pervert. He loves turning things he likes into taxidermy and specimens like these and putting them in glass cases. You understand now how Stephanie died, don'