A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Looking at the three deformed corpses, blood slowly pooled beneath them. There were two streaks on the ground, still emitting a wisp of blue smoke. These were the marks left by Heather's shoes as they scraped against the ground at high speed.。