In Lorenzo's life, which isn't particularly long or short, he's seen many strange and bizarre things.
The things he's witnessed, humans absolutely couldn't believe.
Weird objects that evoke fear, mysterious peculiarities that ordinary people can't look at directly, battles far more tragic than what humans know.
But at this moment, nothing is as thrilling as what he sees before him.
Lorenzo had imagined what it would be like to open the door; perhaps Mrs. Van Rudd preparing food, or maybe Hig sitting in the corner staring at the fire… In any case, it would never be this scene.
The small living room was filled with old wooden boxes, stamped with the emblem of a lion. Some boxes had been pried open, inside glimmered with a metallic sheen and a hint of gunpowder scent.
The familiar Mrs. Van Rudd sat on the sofa, holding a rifle that had been out of production for many years, with bullets scattered at her feet and many other weapons around.
