Chapter 4

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{ - Why didn't you let her come? Aren't you in a party now? She would be useful, you know that. }

[{ - I know. But... Ah, I don't know why I didn't let her accompany me, okay? Let's follow him, that's all. }]

Anna let out a sigh at Jane's answer. She was following the suspicious man she had seen back at the bar. Maybe it was just paranoia on her part, but Jane could swear that man was up to something.

It could be related to Ouroboros, or it could not be at all. But she had to know—something in her was screaming to find out for sure.

While following him, a cape appeared on her head to hide her features. It was already quite late in the evening, and there were not many people in the streets—just some drunkards and citizens going home for the night. Since it was starting to get a bit chilly, it wasn't strange to wear a cape to keep warm. So nobody gave her weird looks, except maybe the few drunks, since it was still visible she was a woman.

The trail lasted a few minutes, following a series of side streets and going deeper and deeper into the commoners' district. It was at this moment she began to hear strange noises, like female panting and male grunting. Her face slowly drained of blood, turning as pale as physically possible.

[{ - Is it... what I think it is?... }]

{ - A brothel? Yeah, probably. It isn't illegal, you know? }

[{ - I'm not sure it's just a brothel, Anna. There's a smell in the air... it's not normal at all. }]

Like Jane said it, the air seemed saturated with a strange odor. It almost formed a fog around the area, she could feel it numbing her senses bit by bit.

She shook her head and continued to follow the man. He entered a simple building connected to others that all seemed the same. Before the door could close, she used her speed to slip inside, having a feeling she wouldn't have been able to if she hadn't reacted fast enough.

The interior was dark, the smell stronger, and the sounds louder. She became even more certain she hadn't entered a brothel at all. Jane gritted her teeth, anger swelling up inside her. With how that fog was making her feel deep down, she was growing more and more disgusted. She continued following the man, moving from one hiding spot to another.

The deeper they got into the building, the louder everything became until they finally arrived in a large room where it was difficult to see the inside due to the fog.

After adjusting her eyes, she could finally see what was happening in that room... and almost puked on the spot.

Everywhere she looked, people were having sex. There were dozens of beds, and on each one was a girl with a man—or sometimes more than one man going at it. On the side of each bed was a weird green crystal that lit up each time a woman orgasmed.

The women were a total mess, covered in semen on every inch of their skin and in their hair. Their expressions were mostly vacant, as if they were elsewhere.

[{ - Anna. We have to free them. Right now. }]

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