Deep in the outskirts of Paris, an abandoned stone mansion lay silently.
Once, vines had greedily wormed into every crack, wantonly taking over the mansion.
The stained glass set in the mansion's window openings had long since shattered, allowing sunlight to pour in without obstruction.
Thick pillars of light slanted into the empty, gloomy hall, illuminating countless motes of dust dancing and tumbling wildly, illuminating one cloaked figure after another.
Yet though the sunlight was so generous, it brought not a trace of warmth to the hall.
Now, the cloaked figures not only blocked the thick pillars of light, but also blocked the life from the person before them.
They were like guests enjoying a beast fight, cruel light flashing in their eyes as they watched the struggle between two Muggles.
The fight had already reached its end. A tall middle-aged man lay on the ground, letting the young girl with the savage expression gnaw at his cheek.
The light had almost gone out of his eyes, and he only made one last meaningless call. "Juliette... Juli..."
His voice vanished together with his life. The blood-soaked young girl crouched on the ground, back arched, all four limbs planted, like a still-hungry beast ready to attack the people around her at any moment.
One of the cloaked figures moved. He raised his Wand and pointed it at the young girl. With a teeth-aching series of cracks, the young girl was folded like a piece of clothing into a bloody square.
"Melvin, are you getting rusty? The angle of that fold isn't quite right. It could easily pierce the organs—the heart, the liver, the kidneys... they're all still useful!"
"Carcas, are you doubting Gregory's abilities? I didn't cast magic on her organs. A soak in potions will fix it. Don't those Muggles