A pain worse than death

"Oh, what in the world?" Zinbad cried as he picked another body and placed it away gently

 This was already the hundredth one that he picked up and tried identifying. And the fact that they couldn't identify at least ten of them in that hundred was worrying because then the segregation based on the dead people wouldn't work. 

Even though that was the case, they still persevered with this method and the end result was just a whole lot of body count. This wasn't just a simple killing order; it was a well planned slaughter and that was disheartening to see.

"A hundred or so people and more to count. Killed. In just the blink of a moment. Truly fucked up." Zinbad mumbled.

"What's the progress right now?" Addison, who made her way to help them after listening to Vlad's crazy plan, asked.

"Hmm. I was searching for one person, you know? Like, the person who could possibly be the one behind it all." He spoke.