This room is a hideous bloodbath. While not the sea of blood from some floors up, blood splatters still nearly every inch of this stone room. The exception is the ceiling, which is painted a brilliant blue.
However, that's not all that spatters the room. A child's body parts are scattered around; here a scrap of brown hair, here a small finger, and worse, unrecognizable chunks as well. A sobbing fills the room, (though the moment you enter the arch to go to the right room, you can no longer hear it).
A boy is here -- sort of. A beautiful ball-jointed doll, dressed in bloody scraps, its chin-length black hair matted with blood, sits next to a deep, apparently bottomless well of blood. He is loosely gripping a sword and his eyes don't seem to see anything in front of him. It isn't him who's crying, though he is making a sound that you can only hear if you get very close: Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
On the other side of the doll from the pool of blood is a small square in the ground.
Left Room
However, that's not all that spatters the room. A child's body parts are scattered around; here a scrap of brown hair, here a small finger, and worse, unrecognizable chunks as well. A sobbing fills the room, (though the moment you enter the arch to go to the right room, you can no longer hear it).
A boy is here -- sort of. A beautiful ball-jointed doll, dressed in bloody scraps, its chin-length black hair matted with blood, sits next to a deep, apparently bottomless well of blood. He is loosely gripping a sword and his eyes don't seem to see anything in front of him. It isn't him who's crying, though he is making a sound that you can only hear if you get very close: Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill...
On the other side of the doll from the pool of blood is a small square in the ground.