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Amon looked around at the now bloodied and scorched floor.
The disgusting odor in the atmosphere instantly assaulted his nostrils.
The blood had dried out but the innards of the children were still there at the same spot.
It seemed to be that no one had touched this building in a month despite maybe some people wanting to come here.
It did house some supplies and treasures of course.
But their fear of Arthur must have surpassed their desire for wealth.
Due to the month-long time, the innards of the children had been decomposed and mutilated, completely changing their structure.
His expression distorted into disgust behind the mask as he was once again reminded of the scene.
The scene that induced a trauma for him.
Shaking his head, he snapped out of his thoughts and wondered what to do.
'She asked me to pay them a visit once again but I don't even know what to do.'
