Slaughter City, this sinful city forgotten beneath the surface, was forever shrouded in a heavy, blood-colored fog.
The sunlight above could never reach this place. The only things that illuminated this patch of land were the dim, flickering torches on the walls and the dark crimson glow seeping out from some unknown source.
The air here always carried the rusty stench of blood and decay, as though the earth's wound had been festering for years and would never heal.
Deep within Slaughter City, in a place even the desperadoes accustomed to prowling through darkness had never set foot in, stood a hidden stone chamber.
Its entrance was concealed beneath layers upon layers of rubble and formations. Even if an ordinary person passed right by it, they would never notice anything unusual.
But if someone could push open that stone door, they would witness a horrifying sight.
Several corpses lay strewn across the floor, each dead in a different way. Some had their necks snapped, their heads twisted at grotesque angles, eyes wide open as though they had not even realized what had happened before they died.
Others had been pierced through the chest, the cloth around their wounds scorched black and curled, as if they had been killed in a single blow by something burning hot.
Still others had skin that was unnaturally shriveled and withered, as though all the essence of their flesh and blood had been drained away, leaving nothing but skin stretched over bone.
Dark crimson blood had pooled into streams, winding out from beneath the corpses and filling the cracks between the stone slabs, gleaming with a viscous sheen in the dim light.
A sickeningly sweet, bloody stench filled the air. The corpses, whose warmth had yet to fade, and the bloodstains that had only recently