The Origin of the Virus
Mattheus walked to the door that Brunilda indicated, keeping an eye on his surroundings after that latest encounter.
Brunilda might have said she discounted the expected pests that might inhabit a building but that didn't mean anything considering this building had housed a Solomonarie graduate for several years—hell, that the cabin itself might not be normal had a high chance of being true, considering how the locals said it appeared overnight.
His friend probably would have warned him if they were walking into the maw of a living nightmare house though.
That was only if Brunilda noticed it.
There was a chance that the cat wouldn't recognize the signs for what it was and Mattheus lacked the aura sight to notice it for himself.
And now he was starting to worry himself with his thoughts.
Great.
"Mattheus?" the cat prompted when he abruptly stopped moving.