Death Camp

Lina followed Richard out of the wooden hut, standing beside him with a trace of a mysterious smile on her face. She crossed her arms, looking at Schiller as if she was waiting for a scene to play out. Schiller walked out as well, although his face had grown somewhat unsightly.

Lina was about to speak, but was stopped with a wave of Richard’s arms. He didn’t look at Schiller at all, instead staring up at the purple moon that hung in the skies. He said indifferently, “This is the night of the purple moon, Mister Schiller. Do you know what it represents?”

Schiller growled, “I am just a brute.”

“It represents Alucia’s wrath,” Richard explained pleasantly.

Schiller’s expression froze for a moment, “I’m...