Underneath the house in a well-concealed basement, the sound of whistling echoed throughout the entire area. The smell of chemicals was extremely strong but the whistler didn't seem bothered about it.
At each corner of the walls were talismans hanging loosely with fresh ink dripping from them.
In the middle of the room dimly lit by red crystals, was a surgical table, just beside a pool of bubbling black ink.
On the table was a naked man with gray hair, lying peacefully. His eyes were closed, and it could be inferred that he was unconscious, but from time to time he would twitch as if he was in extreme pain.
Old man Kodu wasn't fazed by this as he kept on whistling. He sat in front of the surgical table with a needle in hand. He carefully placed a talisman on the back of Fester.
With surgical precision, he sewed the talisman into the chief guard's body.
The process was a long one and after close to two hours the talisman was directly embedded into Fester.
