Business.

Several minutes earlier.

Leroy was in the cabin, which was bordered by a lake. The cabin was situated in a lone area, deep into the forest.

There was a small stool right in front of him and a pot, which exuded smoke on the stool. The steams of the smoke looked black in the heart of the pot, but when they danced into the air, they turned purple.

The smell of the smoke was like the smell of a burnt cinnamon with the hint of ashy feel.

The smell invaded the atmosphere and filled the whole room. The smoke and the smell left such a print on the atmosphere that a wave of fog was starting to grow.

Beneath the stool and surrounding it were slaughtered pigeons that had red ribbons tied around their necks to hold back the bleeding.

There was a mark of blood that held the design of a strange figure. The atmosphere and mood were ominous.

Leroy remained standing there without doing anything precisely. He just stood there with eyes closed.

He had been standing like that for a few minutes, i
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