The smell of fresh blood reeked where they sat. Rolan shot up and followed the odor to its source. Velonica tailed him out of personal curiosity despite Rolan's protests. They trekked through the heavy snow and arrived at a spot where the stench concentrated.
In a portion of parted snow rested the mutilated corpse of a young man with blond hair; his bones were twisted out of shape as blood leaked from his pores. The poor fellow was already drenched in a pool of his own red. Worst of all, the bleeding didn't seem to cease; if anything, it was still pouring out.
Rolan shook his head in frustration. "Once again, a pitiful sight."
"Agreed."
Rolan gave velonica an exaggerated side-eye before facing the corpse. 'She's really starting to cramp my style.'
"Let's bury him," Rolan uttered.
"Doesn't he serve as evidence or something? Maybe a clue is attached..."
