The metallic scent of blood filled my nostrils as I surveyed the scene. The room was a massacre of death, with multiple blood pools staining the floor, serving as a constant, grisly reminder of what we'd done.
Even so, my mind was focused elsewhere.
'Good thing this place is soundproofed,' I slumped my head in relief. If it weren't, we'd be overrun by guards already, given the woman's shouting.
Mizuno snapped out of her daze and took charge. "Let's get to work," she said, gesturing to the crates and sacks of food. "We need to grab as much as we can carry. Bread and grain first, then anything that has a long shelf life. And Barik," she matched his eye contact, "fix up that shoulder wound. After that, you know what to do."