Human bodies laid like ghoulish mannequins, the esophagus and arteries sticking out, and blood had spread over their chest like a bib.
Vincent moved further into the eminent slaughter house, breathing a greater amount of the decay and metal smell covering the air. He examined everything intently, from the propped, ungainly rag dolls against the far wall, to the human skin mat placed at the centre of the hall.
He pushed a cadaver dangling from the roof and spoke once he spotted the assassin he'd gathered information about.
The lizardman making a bone sculpture turned around "A royalty?" His eyes augmented in shock. "A Livingston to be exact."
"I have a job for you" Vincent went Straight to the Point and tossed a heavy satchel at his occupied table. "One thousand gold pieces for my brother's head."
