"Okay, let's head back. Someone will come and take care of the corpses," the scarred man said to Michael as he approached a wheel-like controller on the wall and turned it.
Instantly, the space grew colder. The room had already been cold, which was why no smell emanated from the corpses, but now the temperature plunged further.
Michael guessed it was as cold as the storage room he'd been led to before—a temperature perfect for preserving bodies.
After adjusting the cooler, the scarred man led Michael out of the room. They moved quickly, making their way to the front of the trade center.
"Alright, what do you want? I remember you saying you were here to buy something," the scarred man asked.
"Yes," Michael replied.
"What is it you're looking for?" the man asked again.
"Let's start with a spear manual. Do you have one here?"
Hearing Michael's request, the scarred man paused for a moment, a slight smile creeping onto his face.