By the time Matthew arrived in the Western District, it was already night. Only the Guards on duty remained at the Security Station.
"Apothecary, this is the dungeon." At Matthew's request, the guard led him there.
Those confirmed to be infected with the Flying Head Demon Curse were all imprisoned in the dungeon. Once the curse took effect, they would turn into Flying Head Demons with a powerful urge to attack.
The sound at the entrance disturbed the things imprisoned within the dungeon.
Some cell doors rang with dong dong dong impacts, while cries and pleas for help came from others.
"It wasn't me..."
"I'm not sick... Let me out..."
"..."
The guard was somewhat afraid to enter, but with a lord from the Apothecaries' Association beside him, he could only muster his courage and lead the way into the dungeon.
The guard brought Matthew before an iron door that was constantly being struck from within and explained, "Apothecary, the cells with banging sounds are the ones where the prisoners have already turned into Flying Head Demons. They have little reason left and keep smashing into the iron doors or walls, trying to escape the dungeon."
Matthew nodded and looked into the cell through the bars above the iron door.
A head floated in midair within the cell.
It belonged to a young woman with delicate features. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair hung loose, and many crimson tentacles had sprouted from her neck.
It kept ramming itself against the iron door.
Dong dong dong!
Upon catching the scent of the guard's flesh and blood, the red in its eyes deepened, and it slammed madly into the iron door.
Through the bars above the door, Matthew also saw a headless body lying on the floor. Judging by the coarse cloth