The three people in the room were somewhat uneasy when they saw that he hadn't returned for a long time after leaving.
But soon, his concerns were dispelled.
Vikram, who was carrying something in his hand, entered the shelter unharmed.
"What exactly happened?"
"What was that sound you mentioned?"
Facing their questions, Vikram did not answer them directly. Instead, he placed the cloth-wrapped item in his hand before them.
He gestured with his eyes, indicating that they would understand if they opened it and looked.
The two carefully unwrapped the layers and layers of cloth.
Before they could fully see what the item was, a putrid smell mixed with blood wafted out.
Frowning, they pulled away the last bit of fabric, revealing a severed arm.
It was a highly decomposed, completely black severed arm, emitting a strong odor, with a lot of pus hanging in mid-air.
At this point, even if they didn't want to believe it, they knew where the arm came from.
