The hallway reminded Satoya of a hospital. However, just throw in the most morbid stains, and the absolute horror of hollow screams that he assumed to be from people?? That was contained in what he also guessed to be a containment chamber. For some odd reason, there was an alarming amount of vines and weed protruding from the ground. Was he seeing things? But he had a nagging feeling that those vines growing surpsingly quickly.
The marbled floor was barely white, patches of decayed blood splattered through the floor. Broken vials, skeletal remains of people, with some of them having a knife still impaled into their skull. Another thing Satoya noted was, some people in lab coats were killed, from unknown causes, one of which was a male with half his head blown off, the brain matter scattered in the wall, giving off a puking putrid smell that nearly caused him to throw up on the spot.
Shoot, I forgot to neutralize a guy named Julius, where was it? Hall 402? Just how many halls are there? I could've sworn I was at hall 38, and now I'm at hall 401.
He walked into an intersection, where it split into 3 other corridors, upon the nearly undecipherable words, he made out "hall 402." And cautiously approached through. He couldn't find a man, let alone anyone anywhere.
So he decided to peek through every room. The first room he entered was a laboratory, similar to the one he was forced to kill that innocent man. He saw a "person." who had horns protruding through every possible area of a human head crawling through the floor. Before Satoya was seen, he quietly shut the door. The second room he entered was a room with a large window that overlooked a containment chamber. The room itself was cleaner than he had expected, where he also noticed a man leaning against the wall.
The man wore a lab coat, probably because he was an assistant, his hair was black but had a couple streaks of red. His green eyes shot a glance at Satoya, speaking in disdain. "Oh I see, you must be the new assistant." He wiped some blood off his face. He continued, "So tell me, new guy, were you also told by that piece of shit to kill me?"
"Huh?"
The man's eyes moved up and down, as if he was analyzing Satoya, he focused on the katana Satoya was holding, and made a small chuckle.
"I see, then.. Truth Seeker?" He laughed, his smile was even more hollow than the shrieks of agony that he kept hearing while finding this hallway.
"Man, I feel like that bastard." He immediately paused his laugh. Giving Satoya a pitiful look. "Go kill yourself before you become the cause of an potential Capital wide disease."
These words sounded extremely insulting without context, but based on the way he said it, Satoya could tell that this is one of the moments where Satoya doesn't know anything again. So he asked in concern, "Capital wide disease?"
The man clenched his fist, to the point where his fingernails cut his palm. Blood dripped down into the floor. "The Ichorblight Plague of the 8th disaster. I myself wasn't born that time, probably because it was 1968 years ago." He spoke in a bitter tone. He took another glance at Satoya's expression, and he still looked oblivious yet serious about the question, so out of pity again, he proceeded to speak even more.
"The Ichorblight is a disease made by that shithead. The disease would replace the blood of someone into a substance called Entromine. Entromine is a substance that is similar to generic body fluid, yet is so pure that it kills the cells of one's body, that single sickness nearly wiped out the 3rd Capital." And then the man pointed at Satoya, as if he was to blame.
In a voice of absolute contempt, he said, "and that thing made the Ichorblight disease using the blood of a Truth Seeker." He grabbed a vial containing a fuming green liquid, and threw the vial at Satoya.
Satoya barely ducked, looking back to see the vial's liquid corroding the wall at a rapid rate.
Acid? What the hell is he trying to do? Corrode me alive? Satoya panicked.
The man charged into him, pummeling him against the wall, he then took out a closed vial of the same corrosive liquid contained in the vial closed with a cork. The man flicked the cork off, and before he poured it on Satoya's head. A woman with auburn hair tackled the man down.
Satoya saw the vial being flown in the air, shattering into pieces, spilling the liquid into the floor. The floor became steaming in acidity. Although he was at first paying attention to the acid, he urgently turned his head at the scuffle. The auburn haired woman was on the man, both her hands were gripping onto the man's neck intensely, while the man's arm was trying to strangle her back out of self defense.
"Y-yurina! W-wh..."
The man's arms gave out, losing consciousness completely. His head was a mix of red but mostly purple. Satoya could only observe that the man was dead.
The woman who Satoya assumed to be Yurina tilted her head back to look at Satoya. She breathed a sigh of relief, before asking him a question.
"What's your name?"
Satoya hesitantly answered, introducing himself, "S-Satoya Murayama." Yurina wiped the blood off her face, likely from a conflict that Satoya wasn't aware of.
"Satoya. You, a Truth Seeker, aren't supposed to be here." She warned, but Satoya had more questions that needed to be answered. Especially regarding who the man she strangled was, but due to the context, he assumed it was Julius, the man the blonde haired man ordered him to neutralize. His only question he needed to know was simply who that blonde haired man is.
"If you don't mind.. Who was that blonde haired man?" He asked.
Yurina gave him her full attention, taking a brief inhale.
"Saeonius Roland. Cataclysm of the 8th disaster."