C166 Man-made.

Violet knew he intended to bandage her hand, but she shook her head and hid her hand behind her back. "No need, Mr. Murphy. It's just a scratch, nothing serious."

"Not serious?" Stanley Murphy's gaze turned icy as he seized her wrist, flipping her palm upward.

The sight of her palm was ghastly—bloodied, flesh mangled, skin peeled back. Xavier Curran involuntarily gasped at the gruesome sight