"Oh… that's sad to hear." Vritra said as he glanced over and saw the brutal scene, blood, flesh, bones and pieces of organs were scattered right outside the house's door.
Although it seemed random, a faint, almost non-existent pattern could be seen.
'Hmm, that pattern, it looks a bit familiar.' Vritra thought and walked towards the crime scene along with the three.
"He was a good friend of mine, sigh… I- I heard his screams last night, yet all I could do was hide inside my room.
It is so frustrating and frightening, is death our only escape from this place?" Mark continued, even though Vritra was barely paying him any attention.
They were about to start cleanup, a few people were crying while the blabbermouth Mark wouldn't stop speaking about his pain and fears.
"Have you ever wondered if dying is truly the way to get out of here?" Vritra spoke suddenly, interrupting Mark and surprising him.
