Tessy's breath caught in her throat as her body locked in place, her fingers going numb at her sides. The scene before her unfolded like some grotesque tableau from a nightmare - the once sleek vehicle now reduced to a mangled carcass of twisted metal. Her wide, disbelieving eyes traced the devastation: the entire front end had concertinaed inward, the hood bent at impossible angles like crumpled paper. A spiderweb of cracks radiated across the shattered windshield, its safety glass holding together in stubborn fragments that glittered ominously in the dim light.
Her gaze dropped to the tires, and a fresh wave of nausea rolled through her. Deep, parallel gashes ran through the rubber - not the clean cuts of an accident, but ragged tears that looked like... like something had raked its claws through them with deliberate malice.
