Conversation · Perception (Smell)

The smell... It's awful and familiar.

Hold on, that is awful. (Cover your nose.)

It doesn't help. You can still smell it.

Keep it in now. Don't overreact. Breathe.

What is it?

You've never smelled anything this bad before. It's pungent, but with a faintly cloying sweetness like cheap perfume on Death itself.

Something cold wakes in the pit of your stomach: fear.

It is death. It must be.

"Heads up, lieutenant. Something's not right here."

The lieutenant has already brought a handkerchief to his nose.

"Kim, what's that smell?"

The lieutenant has already brought a handkerchief to his nose.

"Eyes up, detective. Something's not right here."

It's a dead corpse isn't it?

Yes. A sense of dread washes over you as you look ahead.

Goddamnit...

A sense of dread washes over you as you look ahead.

I don't want to be here.

The signs of decaying meat. It announces itself from two dozen metres away. A warning, a memento mori.

Isn't it just the rotting fish?

Don't be naive.

What is it then?

Oh no...

No, it's much worse than that.

What is that awful smell?