The Dance of Death

The musty air inside the cave was thick with tension as we stealthily walked forward. The tension wasn't because we were nervous. Oh no, that's impossible. They're just bandits. If I wasn't mindful of the captives they held I would've just straight up went and pummeled them without regard.

The slightly wet nose of a certain cute creature suddenly nudged my cheek.

"Are you comforting me? You're a sensible little guy," I said with a smile and lightly scratched the fluffy panda's neck who somehow obscured itself when we started this whole operation.

As we went further in, the floor slowly became a mosaic of filth and gore, a chilling testament to the brutality that constantly occurred in the place. There were chains, manacles, and implements of torture scattered about which suddenly broke into little pieces much to the surprise of the three other people with me.

Oopsie. I accidentally crushed all of them. Or not.