Azel had a lot of questions, and not a single answer in sight.
Everything about this situation made his head spin.
Skinbutcher in the game had been a man.
A twisted, deranged killer who wore the skin of his victims like armor.
But the skin had been found in the female locker room.
That alone made no sense.
'How the hell…?' Azel thought. 'How would Skinbutcher's remains or his skin end up in a woman's locker? How did anyone even get access to it? Maybe only a professor should be able to get in there without authorization… But Steven can't be the one.'
He turned sharply to Varen. "Who owns this locker?"
The prince didn't even flinch. "I already checked before calling you here. It's registered as unassigned."
That answer only deepened the confusion.
"So you're saying someone broke into an unused locker," Azel said, "just to stash… that?"
Varen straightened, adjusting his gloves.
