Even though Joy didn't believe Cassius was lying, she still needed proof.
So she picked up the thick folder and began moving from one hanging body to another, trying to cross-reference the faces with the wanted posters and files inside.
It wasn't easy—most of the corpses were mutilated beyond recognition.
But with some effort, she managed to identify a few of them.
The more she checked, the clearer it became that Cassius hadn't fabricated the documents.
While Joy was occupied, Cassius turned toward Carmela, who was eyeing a nearby table stacked with grim-looking tools—rusty rods, pincers, hooks.
"So." Cassius began casually. "how exactly did you two even find this place?"
He crossed his arms, frowning slightly.
"I always make sure I'm not being followed. I don't leave mana trails, and the entire area's sealed against detection magic."
"So, unless someone sleepwalked right into the well by accident, there's no way you could have just...stumbled in here."
