Chapter 891 Free Labor, Ready to Go

• Over sixty people died horribly in here. You can imagine the scene. Even though Olivia Carter had braced herself, the moment the door swung open, what hit her still blew past anything she’d pictured.
• The once-luxury decor wore a chill like a shroud. Blood had dried into a dark, rusty red under time’s hand, carpeting the floors.
• Pricey-looking furniture was streaked everywhere with smeared, dried stains.