The situation has gotten a bit out of hand. Currently, he has four body parts to find and a ghost to defeat. Two mysterious people are roaming around the building doing who knows what, and now there's an old man who definitely shouldn't be here talking about a leg.
"Yes, a leg, it attacked us!" The old man shouts, shoving his hands back onto Belle's shoulders.
"Ok, start from the beginning please," Belle asks the man politely.
"Right, right, the beginning. We were supposed to renovate this place, and my buddies and I decided to stay late to finish up. But then, four body parts suddenly attacked us, nobody else could see them but me and I watched as they drained the life from my friends. The leg attacked me, but I escaped into this room and hid, I don't know where it went, and I don't know what happened to my friends either." The man sobs, wiping away his tears.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. I'll try to get you out of here, but just stay here." Belle tells the man reassuringly. He doesn't mention the two men he saw earlier who turned to dust; they were probably his friends. The man nods and Belle leaves him alone and looks for the miasma trail again, it leads him to the corner of the room under a vending machine. He ducks down to look under it, only to see a bright red heel fly toward his face. He hurriedly shifts backward, barely dodging the sharp heel. From under the vending machine, a leg floats out, pointing its heel at Belle menacingly. He was being threatened by a disembodied leg, hooray. He stands up and grabs out the axe, entering a stand-off with the leg. They circled each other, until the leg rushed forward, heel outstretched. Belle fends it off with the axe, bringing it up and blocking the heel, sending the leg flying into the ceiling. It spins around before dropping down toward his head with a vengeance. He leans backward to dodge the strike, but the heel goes lower than he expects and he falls to the ground. The leg uses this chance to stomp down on his head and he quickly moves his head this way and that to avoid the strikes. One strike is harder than the other and the leg gets its heel stuck in the floor, Belle uses this chance to swipe at it with the axe, cutting it in half. He then switches the axe out for a gun and shoots the damn thing, obliterating it.
"Huff, huff, ugghhhh, that should not have been that hard." He groans. He wipes his cheek where there's a bit of blood from getting grazed by the heel. He turns back to the old man in the corner of the room only to find…a not old man. He didn't really have a better way of describing it, the once old man had now turned into a cowering middle-aged man. Belle stands up, brushes some dust off his pants, and heads over to the man.
"You okay?" He asks.
"D-did you get it?" The man questions.
"Yeah," Belle replies confidently.
"Oh thank goodness, you saved me!" The man sobs, clinging onto Belle's waist.
"Riiiight, please don't touch me, you just stay here and I'll come to get you when we can leave, okay?" Belle tells the man, slapping the guy off his waist. He looks kind of like a kicked puppy, but he doesn't care, the man was getting snot on his clothes, which, ew.
"Okay." The man agrees and sinks into the corner. The recreation room seems relatively safe, and the man won't be easily noticed in the corner, so Belle heads off after checking it one more time to make sure there aren't any extra legs hanging around. The last miasma trail makes itself known, and Belle travels through the halls, it leads him to a storage room filled with cleaning equipment, towels, and other such supplies. The miasma trail ends underneath the floor, not taking any chances this time he swings the axe down on the floor but fails to notice the pile of dust in the corner of the room. He feels something behind him and turns around, but it's too late and the heel digs into his side, taking a chunk of skin with it. Blood splashes on the floor and he brings a hand up to try and stop the bleeding.
"Krgh, shit, this hurts." He curses, glancing at the leg that's floating in place. It's tilted slightly to the side, almost as if it was mocking him. He removes his hand from his side and holds the axe with two hands, rushing at the leg and swiping at it, but he's too slow with the injury and the leg easily dodges.
"Ah man, I am actively losing a fight against a fucking leg, can this get any more embarrassing?" He mumbles. Apparently, it can, because the next moment as he goes to swing again the leg bypasses his axe and wraps itself around his neck, squeezing.
"Uncle, uncle! I give!" He shouts, wrapping his fingers around the leg. He can feel it draining him so he abandons the axe and grabs the gun. His hands are wrinkly and he can feel his bones creaking and aching. He points the gun at the leg, thinks about his embarrassment, and shoots it just past his head. He feels the leg give way and he can breathe again, the gun clipped the side of his face and now he has a matching blood streak on the other side.
"Sigh, I think I'm going to take a small break." He breathes out, sliding to the floor. He doesn't get even a minute to relax before there's an explosion of miasma coming from somewhere in the hot spring.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes with his hands to get rid of the headache that's been slowly building.
"Guess I should take care of this." He mumbles, standing up and getting prepared to leave the storage room, when the door suddenly opens and bangs shut, with two extra people in the room.
"Excuse me, but what the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asks the duo, pointing his gun at them. Standing at the door and holding it shut is the young man and woman from earlier, looking pale and sweaty.