Since everyone had gone upstairs, Raze decided he would check the basement of the house instead. It didn't take long to find—the trapdoor was tucked behind a shelf, and within minutes he had pulled it open and climbed down.
The moment he descended, the stench hit him.
Rot.
Blood.
Decay.
It flooded his nose immediately.
The entire place was pitch-black, but from the smell alone he could already tell something diabolical had happened here.
He summoned a fireball in his palm for light.
The sight that greeted him made his heart drop.
Rows of dungeon cells, each sealed with massive metal doors… and leaking from beneath them were fluids—thick, dark, and unmistakably blood.
His face twisted in disgust.
He stepped forward hesitantly, his foot sinking into a cold puddle of blood. He walked deeper, the light of his flame flickering across the grotesque scene. At the first dungeon, he peered inside—
—and saw what used to be a human.
Or at least… parts of one.
