Shrine of Rot

Cassian

Breaking into Nolan’s old place was disappointingly easy. The lock didn’t even squeak when I kicked it. The door swung wide, and the stench hit me in the face so hard I gagged.

“Holy shit.” Ember pressed her sleeve to her nose, eyes watering. “It smells like something died in here. Multiple somethings.”

“Good,” I said, stepping in anyway. “Matches the personality of the guy who lived here.