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Rosina was used to the smell of rotten flesh, but coming from her mother's room was giving her anxiety. Multiple thoughts swirled into Rosina's mind, thinking of any reasons for the cause.
Rosina stepped inside and took a big sniff. "This smell seems the flesh is fresh," she uttered and found the smell's source.
The smell was coming from the closet. Rosina got more curious and started digging into the contents of the closet, but she found nothing.
"What's going on?" Rosina whispered and looked at the white walls. The smell was coming strong in that spot which made Rosina eager to see what it was.
Rosina stretched her arms before pushing the closet to the side. She sniffed the wall and she was certain it was hidden behind it. She extended her claws and dug at the walls.
