Adira pov.
Fear. That was what spread throughout the city. I wish I could tell everyone that they didn’t have anything to fear about. Our only targets were those pricks in the society. The girl that was found dead was brutally tortured before she was murdered. Obviously, Poison ivy had tried to force himself on her. I could only imagine her pleas and cries, hoping that someone would help her and save her from the clutches of the devil. But alas, she wasn’t. She died an agonising death, something she certainly didn’t deserve.
Upon investigation, they had found out the finger prints on her neck matched with that of Poison ivy’s corpse. And the DNA of the sample that took from under her nails also match with him. She must have tried her best to fight him off. Which means that we were right
