The August Visitor

“Damn, that guy wanted to tell us something important about the saviour,” Mark said when Joseph walked up to him and saw the body.

“Okay, let’s see if I can get whatever he wanted to say from his head.”

“Is that even possible?” Mark asked.

Joseph looked up, surprised. “For someone that travels through realms, you don’t know it’s possible to get information from a dead person?”

Joseph placed his hands on the stalker’s head, and a bright light emanated from his hands into his head. “Some part of his brain is fried, but I can see something; he wants us to go to a place,” Joseph said.

“Where? Mark asked and said, then we better hurry.”

They got to the front of a building and saw two hefty men trying very hard to blend into the crowd gathering at the house adjacent to where they were supposed to be.

“Are you sure it’s here?” Mark asked

“This is what I saw in his head, and moreover, joseph said, pointing at the hefty men, what are they doing here?”

“What do you think happened here?”

“I do