The room was as empty and plain as everything in the building. Too dull. The walls were white. There’s not even a single piece of furniture, not even a chair or a table ― but a wheelchair on the corner. Siren frowned at the sight of it.
“What…?” she trailed off as her eyes landed on the figure in the middle. Someone was kneeling down on the floor, with arms tied behind him. White long, plain, gown. And what more horrifying was the white cotton bag pulled over his head down to the waist. Siren bet his mouth was covered too, as he could not say a word.
“Here…”
It took her sometime before she could look away from it and turned to Cicero. Her eyes widened at the fork he was offering to her. Instructions were not yet said, but she stared at it terrified. It reminded her of how she had merc
