When Quinn and the others arrived at the river where the Wide-mouthed Crocodiles were kept, the riverside was a scene of tranquility.
A few crocodiles floated on the water's surface, angrily voicing their discontent at Quinn, the inadequate feeder, sending out an incorrect signal.
"How come they're gone? Don't tell me they ended up without any remains," Quinn joked, earning a furious glare from Yiyi.
"Maybe they've already crossed the river," Locke observed, noting that there was no trace of blood or signs of a struggle on the river's surface.
The group of crocodiles was still in a state of hunger; Quinn feared he would have to feed them soon.
Yiyi's expression wasn't much better; she had followed Quinn and the others along the way. Despite having someone lead, she encountered dangers the likes of which she'd never seen before.
Upon entering the depths of the Underground Biopark, there wasn't an inch of soil unstained by blood.
