*** Trigger Warning: Potentially unsettling depictions, implied torture, and gross creepiness.
Misty was really hoping that when the door was opened, they wouldn't find what she thought they would. It was the barest of hopes, but one that bound to be dashed.
Inside the room contained preserved bodies and body parts or many different kinds of shifters. The smell reminded her of high school biology classes when the boys would play around with the specimens they were supposed to be dissecting and drip formaldehyde all over unsuspecting bystanders. She hated that particular class.
Once they went past the bodies, they arrived in a small office area. Journals lined a bookshelf with mana stones and gears and all manner of weird and confusing devices. Whatever they did, they were obviously meant for torture. Some of them still had blood caked on them from their last victim.
