The Heavenly Demon of Terror - Chapter 46: A Ghost from the Past – The Dead Don’t Stay Buried

... the city, its neon sign flickering like a dying star.

The kind of place where names didn't matter, where the smell of smoke, whiskey, and bad decisions lingered in the air.

As I stepped inside, the room fell into a heavy silence.

Eyes darted toward me—fear, recognition, and something deeper.

They knew who I was.

Or maybe, they just sensed what I had become.

I didn't stop.

I moved toward the back of the bar, where a lone figure sat, bathed ...