The courtyard was deserted, with its vitality fading. It would probably not be long before monsters took over.
At this time, one of the women who had conversed with Roger during the day lived in this courtyard, and according to Uma, both women had been killed.
"Something's odd, is it because of my attention, or is it that what they discovered would inevitably bring some kind of trouble?"
Without lingering, Roger left through the back door of the courtyard and walked about 20 meters forward, at which point, his keen senses immediately detected the sound of chewing coming from the yard.
Crunch, crunch!
That was followed by a large mass of something slipping into a throat, desperately swallowed with friction.
He entered the courtyard and made his way towards the direction of the sound.
The houses in the yard, constantly battered by wind and sand, lacked the large windows of ordinary homes. Roger peered into the room through a narrow window meant for ventilation.
