Blue Patch

"Agh, this place smells like a rotten sock with feces."

The crimson-eyed boy looked at the crooked building, an abandoned school made of wood about to crumble down, it seemed very old, a building made over a hundred years ago.

And it's age was obvious.

With the deadly smell coming out, and the collapsing signs and ripped wood.

He couldn't just enter without equipment.

'Well, Well, this thing is gonna become useful for once.'

Crim took a gas mask from his huge leather backpack stuffed to the brim with daggers and gems, and some food.

He ruffled his brown hair and strapped it on.

Crim stared at the building, it gave him a weird vibe.

The smell was familiar, but he couldn't point out what it was.

He sighed and pulled out a chained weapon from his holster with a grin, it was an old-fashioned kusarigama, a weapon from a collapsed country.

He was gonna treat himself to a nice dinner after this.

That was the way of a bounty hunter, after all, to hunt and eat.

"Now why would a target be at this place?"

It smelled terrible, so even for a hunted man, it didn't seem like a good place to camp, the fact that it was close to a village didn't make it any better.

…What if?

Nononono, It wasn't time to talk about logic, he just had to do his job.

With a sigh, he approached the door and rotated the doorknob.

BAM, CRACK.

"HOLY… that scared me"

The door fell and cracked into pieces.

"...???"

He entered inside carefully avoiding the pieces of wood, but when he looked back the door disappeared.

"Concrete?"

The doors and windows had disappeared and the walls were turned into white concrete, it looked like a regular high school, just without windows and doors.

Illusion spell?

"Fu- Damn it."

He walked to the long corridor which had all the classrooms, it was like a prison without the windows, and the creaking lights just put him on edge, making him swing his weapon at every sound.

Crim hated horror games and films.

One time he went to a haunted mansion, and it was the worst mistake of his life, but for some reason, he was way more horrified at this point.

The Illusion wasn't a scary one, so maybe it was a unique ability that inflicts fear.

"That's tricky."

He entered one of the classrooms and stared at the whiteboard and the desks, there was no orb.

Sighing he exited and then…

Flick, Crack, fizz.

The lights went out.

"I'm gonna crush the balls of the pig that created this."

With a face of contempt, he held out his hand in the air.

"Inflict my desires and burn them with the deepest light, shine them through my way, and let it guide me, Lantern."

FWOOSH, Crackle.

A flame appeared on his right blade, burning bright as it lit the way, giving the surroundings an orange tint.

It wasn't that bright, but it could do the job.

He went along the hallway, checking a few classrooms with a disappointed expression on the way, just how long was this hallway? He thought as he reached the end of it.

There were two hallways, one to the right and one to the left.

"As they say, right is right, and if it's not your balls are gone."

He smiled brightly under his gas mask as he pointed the kusarigama forward.

Crack.

"What was that!?"

He turned to his back getting into position with his weapon, there was nothing there… Phew

Crim turned back with a slow momentum, making sure nothing was there.

Crack.

"I HEARD YOU BASTARD."

Crim flipped behind him, launching to the roof and propelling himself to the sound, as he crashed the floorboards turned into wood and cracked into two, along with a shadow hand that was stuck to his blade.

It was a humanoid shadow with no features, like a stickman you would draw as a kid.

"Ah, guess I will spare your balls."

With a sigh and a grin, he raised his hooks as the flames imbued on it became enraged as he brought the core's life to its end with a mighty swing.

Crack.

The concrete slowly turned to wood like how a drunk man would see the world, making Crim a bit dizzy as he looked at the melting illusion.

"AH"

He looked at his blade, where the core once was, there were…

Three corpses stacked on top of each other, and a pool full of blood.

None of them was the target, Crim stood up, his eyes widened with horror.

"How… How many is this?

His lips trembled as he looked at the scene with stock, staring at his feet stained with red.

The whole corridor was a pool of blood, and corpses turned into mincemeat.