Guts entered a large building partially submerged in mucous and meat. Prying open the airlocks, he stepped inside a ruined corridor, covered in blood and human remains. Looking carefully, a few still seemed to be wearing color coded outfits. Guts could only imagine what carnage took place in these desecrated halls. Judging from how the building was sealed off, these men did this to themselves, he realized.

A small black stick gave off a bright beam of light. Guts grabbed it, and walked further into the depths. Graffiti covered the walls, speaking of things that were gibberish to Guts. One name stood out to him as it seemed to be praised like a deity. The words were smudged, but Guts could at least make out H**k**t*er. The hairs on his neck stood on end. Guts had seen some terrible things, but this place just gave off an air of depravity and insanity. The atmosphere here was saturated with a robust feeling of dread. Guts backed out of the building quickly, discarding the light-stick as he ventured back out into the humid, sticky atmosphere of the creature's belly.

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After another short while of walking, Guts came upon a few more piles of bones. Whatever this stomach acid was, it seemed to only digest meat. The corpses were varied; differing highly in clothing and items. Some were large and clad in emerald colored armor, one wore a sweater and pleated skirt, with pink pigtails. Yet another set of bones crumbled out of a red shirt and sandals. Guts walked past them, and into a crumbling 50s burger joint. Leaning over the counter to make sure nothing was hiding, he took a seat on one of the red-cushioned stools, heaving a sigh. There were papers on these counters, depicting bread and meats mixed together. Guts' stomach growled. Even in a place as rancid as this, he couldn't neglect eating if he wanted to keep moving. For now, that would be his next goal.