Episode 191: One member left.

A cult member is crawling out from the lair with both of his legs are cut off. Everywhere he looks, there are dead bodies with blood covering the walls and guts scattered around the ground. The smell of blood and the unpleasant smell of intestines and feces is enough to make him vomit while crawling because of the confined space that worsens the smell. I'm following him from behind and I myself can't handle the smell even though I already wrap my nose with a wet cloth.

I walk past him and stand in front of him, I look down and lift my scythe. He looks at me and shakes his head.

"Have mercy!"

I scoff and tilt my head.

"Mercy? Were you showed any mercy to the women you killed and decapitated a few years ago and put their heads on the dining table?"

He puts his left arm on the ground to support his body while he's raising his right hand to grab my leg while trembling.