The two navigated the empty streets as they approached one house in particular.
It was extremely luxurious, basically a mansion.
Neraxis took a deep breath and walked through the front door, which had already been opened.
The living room was spotless, and so was the rest of the house—which was only natural for a person who had to be nursed at nearly all times.
William didn't even have the strength to go inside, and rightfully so, since the closer Neraxis got to the master bedroom, the stronger the stench became.
And when he finally swung open the door, he was met with the expected sight.
A woman who looked like a slightly older Celina, or what was left of her, anyways.
[Shut up, Raguel,] Evangeline chimed in. [You don't need to state the obvious. I'm Evangeline, by the way.]
Raguel replied calmly.
