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Over the next several days, the group made their base of operations at Gallows Mansion. To Kid’s chagrin, it became the outsiders’ home away from home—even for Undertaker, who claimed even if his home came with him, Emacia needed her meister by her side and that there wasn’t anywhere in his funeral parlor for her to rest. They began searching for clues, starting with where Ling first appeared. They traversed through the city, trying to match the description of the alleyway he had been dropped in. Unfortunately, Death City was riddled by alleyways, so it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. “This is the

Emacia seemed to become the focus of the group. They even began arguing the state of her health, since her body was unreasonably thin. The most plausible claim was Undertaker’s—the girl’s form had affected her body structure and physique. “I still think the witch taking too long is the real reason she’s starving. I couldn’t go one week without food,” Ling pouted, putting his head behind his head. “Of course, he has a point: he would be suffering from the same problem she is if that were the case,” Kid affirmed, nodding his head in understanding. “Say, didn’t we come here for

 "Hold still, Shayde. How do you expect me to make this quick if you keep squirming like that?" I bite down hard on the leather belt in my mouth. Medusa has my chest cut open, looking at how the pint of black blood is afecting my heart. The simple answer is that it's not. She wouldn't listen to me. Crona and Erika sit in the corner, debating weather or not to try to come over and comfort me. Neither one can fully sympathize with me. While they have expirienced first hand Medusa's tests, they get anisthesia. I don't. Why? When you use anisthesia, there's a slight chance there will be a deadly mishap. Medusa just can't take that risk. Asura doe