Erik's body had been moved from the ceiling and was laying on the floor in front of a bookshelf. There was a pool of semi-wet blood surrounding him and soaking his hair. Rope was loosely tied around his neck and wrists.

There was a mask on his face, holes where he was able to see. It was a traditional assassin's mask. His eyes were wide open, and blank, staring up into the sky.

There was a significant circle of red and blood around his neck as well as his wrists. His arms had been rested over his chest. His gun was nearby, covered in blood. Slash marks were everywhere on his body, evidenced by the torn-up clothes. There was a crumpled note in his hand. Wyatt noticed faint tear tracks on his neck. There was a stab wound on his neck and his side.

Wyatt fell to his knees and cried for the friend he had known, who was now gone forever from their world.