Ross stood at the door, his body trembling in shock as he looked into what was meant to be the office of the marquis. All he saw were walls painted with blood, guts hung by nails around the entire wall. The body of the marquis was nailed to the wall and his intestines had been taken out, his eyes gouged out and dropped on the table, leaving hollow holes on his face.
Even for someone like Ross, the scene sent shivers down his spine. He stepped back subconsciously. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He moved fast to the side, evading the attack as the sword cut into the edge of the wall and got stuck there.
Ross looked, and who he saw was the very guard that had brought him here.
"This was all a plan," Ross muttered in realization. He charged at the guard before he could pull the blade out and kicked him right in the chest, throwing the guard back. He slammed into the ground hard and rolled until he came to a stop.
