Atlas stared at the piles of bones, the sight hitting him harder than he expected. 'What sort of sick shit went on in this place?' a wave of unease washed over him.
His hand instinctively reached out to pick up one of the bones—a small arm bone. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he realized it once belonged to a child. Atlas quickly placed it back, feeling a deep chill in his chest.
'This place is a graveyard, it seems.'
Following that, he checked the other metal boxes only to see more of the same before moving on. The other room was empty except for a group of skeletons in one corner that looked like they had died a brutal death.
'It must have been horrible for them.'
