Cain hummed to himself.
'Not a bad name.'
He shook his head to clear his thoughts of the murderous tendencies swimming within.
He looked down at the bound girl then sighed.
Then he looked around.
The rain was still beating lightly on the corpse covered ground. The scent of blood softly mixed in with the earthy scent of the light shower, forcing him into a confusion.
In this moment, he had no idea what to feel.
All these sights and smells made him feel things he didn't think he had every felt before.
Fighting back the urge to throw up, he looked down,
"Do you know why we are in this place?"
Roselle was silent for a moment before answering begrudgingly,
"No. I have no clue."
She squinted and pursed her lips,
"All I know is that I arrived here one moment, and the next, I'm sent into a killing daze."
Cain frowned and thought to himself,
'So we did in fact arrive here. The question is how long ago?'
He shook his head.
All that didn't matter that much.
