"Bang!"
Roger kicked the door, which was already in tatters, and the impact instantly shattered it into pieces. He clenched the weapon in his hand and, with Amanda, stepped into the house.
Gloomy and dilapidated.
There was also a strange odor in the air.
A layer of dust covered the tables and chairs, while several spider webs hung in the corners with insects on them, rolling their prey into balls with their swollen bellies.
"Eh?"
Amanda's voice came from behind.
"This place doesn't look like someone lives here."
Roger didn't make a sound, his yellow, vertical pupils scanned carefully, until after a while, he reminded Amanda.
"Focus, observe more carefully."
Amanda quickly snapped out of it.
This time, the scene of decay in front of her gradually disappeared, and the true sensory stimuli assailed Amanda.
In an ordinary farmhouse kitchen, Amanda saw a familiar face, except now, the owner of the face was reduced to just a head, soaked in water.
It was Rober.
