C50 I Am Unworthy

This was at the edge of the city, and was not as wealthy as the city itself. It could only be considered an old building that had not been demolished, and was only suitable for the poor to live in.

The walls of the old building had already turned black. Water was still dripping from the corridor, and cobwebs could be seen all over the corner of the building. The sewer at the side reeked of blood