Leleil leads the way up the stairs, and then along the hall. As Achak sets foot on the fourth floor, he is assaulted by the smell of death, not all of it recent. The cheap carpet is riddled with the tell-tale signs of how this floor has been used: drops of blood from where people were carried, smears from being dragged, bloody footprints, both booted and bare crisscross the floor leading from room to room. While they seem to originate from different rooms, most of the drag marks seem to terminate in a room to Achak's right, about 10 meters from the stairwell, and the smell of rot coming from the door is strong enough that even Sister Rebecca has to stifle a gag, despite the whirring of an industrial fan that can be heard from within.
In the astral, Sister Rebecca can sense how dread, panic, and eventual resignation have tainted the mana in a way to make it unwieldy in her hands, and she fears that the emotions will invade her as well. She is reminded of Jesus, calling out to the heavenly Father, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" She can't help but feel that this is a place where the Lord's might wanes, this is Golgotha. But, then she rights herself. No, it is only she, and her flesh that are weak here. The Lord is omnipotent.
But this is Golgotha.
The pair steel themselves by an open door as Leleil heads inside. They follow, and find themselves in what was once a large suite. Most of the furniture has been removed, except for three couches forming a "U" about five meters in front of them, and a bed in the corner. Six bodies lay on the floor on the other side of the U, all of them decapitated, and in front of that sits a young girl, looking no older than ten. She sits cross-legged on the floor, and rocks back and forth.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she murmurs gently.