"If all of this is to catch my attention," Adyr said, looking at the carefully crafted sign of arms without a flicker in his expression. "You really succeeded."
Then he kept walking in the direction shown to him, this time not hurrying but moving quite slowly because he was sure there was no need to rush, since whoever was behind this bloody mess only wanted to play a game.
This was exactly his kind of game, so he chose to play along.
As he kept walking the corridors unhurriedly, he followed every sign left behind.
Each one was bloodier and more gruesome than the last. The man placing them knew exactly what he was doing. He arranged them to impress Adyr, and he slipped in veiled references to Adyr's past, almost as if he knew who Adyr had been in his previous life.
The most disturbing part was that many of these bloody signs were the very ones Adyr had used in his previous life to scare his own victims.
