The room smelled awful. The metallic smell of blood and something else reeked that could make anyone who's not accustomed, vomit. A few meters from the door was a body, sprawled to the ground.
Chameleon was kneeling beside it, examining. Kate's heart skipped a beat, hoping against all hope that it's not her sister.
A small whimper then caught their attention.
Her eyes drifted from the woman lying on the ground to the other side of the room. A crouching woman was there, trying to push herself on the corner. Both her hands and feet were chained to the wall like an animal.
Her throat constricted when she discovered who it was. It was her poor little sister.
Kate walked towards the figure.
Her face was swollen with black and blue bruises, dress torn and tattered, and her shoulders and legs are matted with wounds. The eyes that stared at the air were glassy and unfocused, full of fear.
