Step! Step!
In this cold-toned morgue, Sequence Seven strode forward.
Behind him, snakes, rats, hedgehogs, and weasels either scattered to patrol the area and gather intelligence, or remained guarding him, eyes wide open and on alert!
Sequence Seven himself kept his eyes constantly moving, looking here and there, observing the colors, layout, and arrangement of the morgue, trying to discern its Feng Shui and fortune.
He saw that some of the racks for corpses were tilted, some of the white sheets were disordered.
He noticed that some of the corpses were intact, while others had outlines under the white sheets with parts missing.
The fine hairs on his face felt every change in the airflow.
His mind was continuously working, trying to interpret the visions he observed.
"Something's not right...
"The Feng Shui of this place keeps changing.
"And it's changing too fast, isn't it?
"It's as if... as if some great cause and effect is approaching here?
