In one of the forests of Bonelake, human bodies were dug from the ground which had been buried there. The magistrate peeked with his nose covered with his kerchief, a human himself who couldn't bear the pungent stench of the rotten, mud-covered bodies that had wafted towards his nose. Fresh rain poured from the sky, cleaning the dirt that was on the surface of the ground yet it was enough to drive the smell coming from the decayed bodies.
The continuous rain and the gravel mud had camouflaged the bodies in the pit that must have been filled eventually. By the looks of it, it could be told that it was a recent killing. Throats were slit open, which allowed the mud and other particles to settle in the open wound which led to the little insects to settle in and around the body.
