Haunted House (Chimera)

You tear into the corpse, searching visually then... swallowing the lump forming in your throat- plunge your muzzle into the corpse! It is uncomfortably and inexplicably soft and wet for how old it must be and there is little resistance as you fish around for something, you’re not sure what, in the old gore. You fight down your revulsion and press on, even as you start to wonder what you’re even doing anymore. Then your nose bumps something hard and you feel a tug at the back of your mind. Clamping down on whatever it is you hurry to pull yourself and your prize free. With a wet squelching noise you release yourself from the body and slowly open your eyes, noticing a skull clamped tightly between your fangs. You jump down off of the table and stash it, heading back out into the foyer. Feeling a little proud of yourself.