Crazed Alchemist

"Yeah, just as I had expected… she was trying to use [Assimilation]. I didn't know what the skill was called, but I'm pretty sure this is what she's been using," Kumo says.

The neighborhood around here doesn't seem bad. The houses aren't big, nor are they small, just an average size. But, what is easily noticeable is the zero amount of citizens' insight. None in any alleyways, the houses were in good shape, but nobody lived in them. 

"So she is an alchemist," I say. 

"Probably," Kumo shrugs as we walk inside the run-down house. 

We were suddenly hit with a horrendous stench that made me gag instantly. I was barely able to hold myself back from puking my breakfast. 

The smell was like a battlefield. No. It was worse than a battlefield. 

I didn't mind the smell of blood anymore, but this just smelled like rotting corpses combined with literal feces and a hint of dried blood.