“Carlos?” You sat up, eyes heavy as you turned your head in the direction of the bathroom. 

You grimaced at the smell of iron staining the air, slightly pushing the gun that sat right at your feet. Clothing had been discarded all over the floor, a trail of blood stained the floors and the granite countertops.

Your eyes followed it to the bathtub, where you saw Carlos laying. His head tipped back against the edge of the bathtub, exposing the cuts all over the visible upper half of his body.