The bundle had unfurled, revealing a spherical object that rolled out—a severed human head!

"Holy crap!" Ezra jumped back, his face turning pale. To his shock, the decapitated head belonged to one of Caspian's disciples.

"What?" Caspian's face darkened, his gaze turning cold. "Who the hell are you? How dare you kill my disciple? You've got some nerve!"

"So, you're the sicko who spiked our drinks with those zombie worms?" A figure emerged from the shadows, stopping at the living room doorway.

The dim light exposed Dustin's face, surprising Ezra. "Dustin? What are you doing here?!"

"You guys suck at hiding your tracks, so now, I'm here to settle the score," Dustin said nonchalantly.

"Settle the score? Who do you think you are? Acting all tough in front of Sir Yuletide? You're digging your own grave!" Ezra spat and quickly hid behind Caspian.

"Sir Yuletide! This bastard here is the one I want to deal with!"

"You killed my disciple, and now you dare to seek revenge? You truly don