[Wild Hunt]
Wearing a doctor's gown, Nikola was whistling as she cleaned up her tools. Her face was slightly covered in blood and her gown was completely drenched in the same liquid but looking at her, one would think that she was simply cooking or having fun.
Torture was an art. This was the belief that was instilled in her while she grew up in the camp with the other children. Since they were all trained to become assassins, torture had been obviously on the curriculum, and for all artists, the tool they used was no different from their souls.
"Ugh. I can never get used to this."
The voice of Mammoth sounded as he stepped into the room. The torture room they used was entirely covered in white plastics that were liquid-proof. This was the best way to stop the blood, flesh, and other disgusting liquids from covering the ground or the ceiling for that matter.
"Oh Mammoth, you came soon."
