Crystal Bank 12

The smile on his face was filled with malice as if he was gleefully anticipating Altair's demise. Altair nodded, stating, "It needs cleaning up."

Robin, with the werewolf in tow, navigated through the corridors, exiting the butcher's office. His strides were decisive, leading them through a complex maze of hallways that could disorient any newcomer. Altair, silent throughout, committed the route to memory, his attention drawn to the human art pieces that adorned the corridor walls. These pieces, varied in style, ingeniously utilized human skeletons, with unexpected creative touches reminiscent of dark, damp mushrooms clinging closely to the bones.