Tiger's Mutilated Remains

The torch beam reveals Tiger's once-vibrant form now reduced to a grotesque mass of bloodied fur and shattered bone. His mangled body lies curled in the stock room's shadowed corner, limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The air reeks of copper and ruptured flesh, overwhelming the usual scent of spices and herbs. Harvey's frantic call for Tiger echoes through the cramped space before dying in the silence, the reality of loss crashing over him in a wave of sickening clarity.