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“I’ll take this side.” Trinity headed in the opposite direction from Dr. Kalper, this time keeping her eyes on the dead. It was the only way to ensure none still lived.
They were all young. All females. All Servants. Blue and green eyes once vibrant, now stared glassily back at her. She didn’t need to bend and check them. They were all dead. All torn apart, innards spilled. She moved down the rows, counting to give her mind something to focus on besides the horror. One. Two. Five. Ten. Twenty.
The rows of bodies seemed never ending. The numbers became names for the dead. Number eighteen had black hair and blue eyes. If it weren’t for the fangs, peeking from the grimace that froze her lips, she could’ve passed for an Almighty. Number twenty-three’s eyes were a pale green like
