I scream as the room opens into pure destructive chaos. It was covered from top to bottom in old fashion papers, spilled chemicals and potions, and blood. A lot of blood. So much so that it had pooled on the floor around the entire room. It had strong, sturdy bookshelves turned over with leather bound books slung all over the floor, human body parts thrown around the room with little to no care about how they landed or what they landed on, a woman’s head with long blonde hair was hanging from the ceiling with her eyes carved out of her skull and a permanent scream expression plastered on her face, and in the center of all of this, was a wrought iron cage with a heavy iron lock on the front and a young child sitting inside of it covered in dirt, feces, urine, and blood. She was wearing a
