As he knelt down to pick up a figure of a wrestler on the ground, Finn looked up to witness the walls becoming painted in splatters of red. The way the crimson was barbarically stretching across the one tranquil paint, it was as if unseen people were being slaughtered in that very room.
Finn looked down, finding the pristine figure he had held now missing its limb, soaked in blood as well before he dropped it, "This room…It was theirs, wasn't it? Something happened here."
"A core event of their childhood. A traumatic childhood event is all it takes to unscrew a person's mind, to rearrange it," Crow explained with a curious expression.
"A stroll through the mind of a killer. It seems like they want us to experience this. Maybe they're hoping to earn a pair of sympathizers?" Finn guessed.
"Can you forgive a killer like that, I wonder?" Crow asked with a smirk.
