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We were back in our hideout. Nag had neatly bandaged me. We kept Beatrix bound and unconscious long enough for me to recover some of my strength. Nag was pacing around the basement in which we hid. He was mumbling to himself.

In front of him, Beatrix lay on a wooden cross we had found in this abandoned house. We took her cloak off and bound her legs and arms to each extremity of the cross. We'd bound her eyes and mouth as well. Whoever lived in this house before us had some grim secrets to hide.

We had found torture tools in the basement too. There were jars containing animal and monster parts. Some of them even had brains that closely resembled those of humans. As I ran around Merinsk, Nag had done some digging about the house. The only thing he could find though, were strange artifacts and notes in a foreign language neither of us could read.

"What the hell are we doing?" Nag asked no one in particular. "Since when did we become kidnappers and killers?"