“They look like servants… Probably the mansion’s staff.”
At Ethan’s words, I glanced at the corpses again, but my view was quickly blocked.
Ethan had covered my eyes with his hand.
He gently turned my head away and whispered near my ear,
“It’s better if you don’t look at things like this.”
I had seen far worse. But I supposed he was right—staring at corpses wasn’t exactly good for my mental well-being.
“Spring… Spring water…”
