Grimoire stared at the mounted head on the wall. It belonged to a bizarre looking humanoid.
“Werewolves and vampires and zombies…”
“Oh my,” Sally finished.
“What is this place?” Grimoire asked. He peered over at a glass jar, inside of which rested bones of an unfamiliar creature.
“This must be a trophy room for Mystids.” Sally looked up toward the ceiling. “My God, that’s one big carcass.”
Grimoire checked his notes. “Echo mentioned the hunters were ruthlessly obsessed with finding these creatures and killing them to prove their might.”
Sally grumbled impatiently. “Come on. Let’s go ask some more questions.”