"Hey, you two, come take a look at this. Someone was struggling here. Hard."
Near the edge of the lake, the three men sent by the Elder were pacing around the muddy banks. The leader of the bunch had found skid marks on the ground that led out to the water.
He then looked out toward the center of the lake and saw a faint, dark smudge of crimson still lingered in the depths, refusing to dissipate entirely.
"There's blood out there. A lot of it. What the hell happened here? Whose blood is that?"
"Maybe the fish monsters dragged the woman's dead body out after being killed by an infected?" another man muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
"But there's no clothes. No hair. Just... nothing."
Further up the bank, near the edge of the flower field, the two women were moving through the tall grass.
"Nothing unusual here. Just a few picked flowers. That's what the F-ranks came for, isn't it?"
