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You feel sick and can barely look.
The mangled corpse of the young faunus boy dangles precariously with the puppeteer strings, biting into his pale skin and drawing blood. It looks like he’s posed in a way so that he looks to be eternally falling, a sick attempt at art.
From your low position you can’t quite make out a lot of details, but perhaps that is a blessing, for what you can see is already plenty. His shirt is ripped open, revealing huge, terrible gashes which were sewn back up with a crude hand and unsanitized equipment, as pus can be seen forming in the seams of the stitches.
The weak patchwork gives out in the lower stomach of the deceased victim, bursting open with bloated intestines, falling and exploding in the hard pavement.
But the worst part is what you hear.
An incomprehensible, unpredictable combination of what might be various orchestra instruments grates in your ears. Every time your mind tries to give the nonsensical sound some sense of order or patterns, it goes another complete way as if designed to be impossible to deduce.
The sound has the telltale artificial sound of a speaker, coming from a top the building the corpse has been dangled from, implying whoever did that also did the hellish music.
You can’t shake a scary thought from your head, [i:lit]I… I think I know that guy.[/i:lit]
Your suspicion gets sadly confirmed as something shiny falls from the boy’s body and lands at your feet.
A shiv with a broken, bloodied blade.
“Shit!” Grant, more used to gruesome scenes, snaps out of the horror first. “Get it together Coco, we need to move!”
You didn’t notice Coco vomiting on the side of the street. “Wh-who would do something like that?” she asks with great difficulty.
You look to the other side and notice Typhu paralyzed, looking at the bizarre tragedy. “A-a-ah…” Her mouth is agape.
You shake your head. You gotta get it together before-
“AAAAAHHH!!!” The scream was the spark which exploded the proverbial Dust barrel of panic.
Ghira tries to quell the flames but is for naught as people are confused, scared, and most worrying, angry at a faunus boy being brutally displayed at a protest for equality.
Whoever is responsible, planned this to make as big of an impact as possible.
“Picaro!” Grant has to scream to be heard over the horrible sound. “Take the girls and get out of here!”
“Wh-why?! We need to do something before this gets out of control!”
“I WILL do something! You kids need to get out of here!” He turns around. “I wouldn’t wanna be a human at this moment with these people.”