The crow led them to the second floor, then stopped before Room 24.
Caw! Caw!
Leon immediately understood. He could also feel the presence of humans inside the room.
"Women?"
Sylvia asked, tilting her head. Then, she gasped softly. "Elena Holmes…"
It seemed she had remembered why she was here in the first place.
"Don't worry, we already found her."
Leon explained, then stepped into the room. The women were huddled together, their ages varying. Still, there were no children or old women among them. In fact, they were all beautiful and desirable. Even evolved men had good taste. As expected, they had overheard the carnage that happened last night and weren't keen on leaving the room even though their enslavers were dead.
Leon's cold eyes surveyed them, noting their hollow expressions. Still, the faint trembling of their bodies betrayed their will to live.
'Since I already cleared the shelter, I should send them away too.'
He raised a hand, his claws sharpening—then froze.
