Haunted House (Toxicity)

Well, as much as she tried, the voice did not seem pleased. The dolls launched at her and she scurried away. By the time she came to her senses, she was in a old and tarnished room. On the table an old, weathered carcass sat. The voice filled her mind once more, asking for her to find it. Was it... playing with her? She searched everywhere in the room before, upon the table, she realized that it was pulling her towards the corpse. As gruesome as the scene was, Toxicity wasn't particularly steered away by the idea of a corpse. She was a wolf, after all. With a deep breath, Toxicity started to search the corpse.