Author's Notes:

I'm sorry about the "-" between speech, but that was how I was taught over 12 years as a portuguese!
I'm not an english native speaker, so I'm sorry if this bugs you.

"*Shit" - Whispered Mane after seeing the hanging bodies, some with dried flesh from the time they have been exposed with their bodies open, and some of them with maggots growing on them.

He looks to other way.

"Fuck". - He said more louder, gazing the old metal table rusted by the old blood stains, filled with surgical material also rusted by the constant use and uncleaned blood stains, and some of them, with some flesh bits stuck.

Going there was a really bad idea, but going even deeper into the basement was even worse. After he finally found the hideout of the infamous killer, he started to notice for what he dragged himself into.
He saw scenes full of gore and blood, and most of them for his nature, made his stomach twist but holding up, and at the moment, he felt like he was about to barf out his intestines.

Collections of organs inside flasks, slaughterhouse knifes, surgical equipment, pools of blood in the walls and floor, chains holding decomposing corpses, and heads nailed to the walls with iron plates as trophies.

*Who could do such a thing?*

A noise started to form in the distance, steps.
Calm ones, without hurries, with a normal walking rhythm.

*DAMN! DAMN! NOT THIS TIME AND PLACE!*

Mane looked around for a place to hide, but everything around in that room was a nightmare to get close to.
But what was worse? Hide somewhere next to a vomit inducing decomposing corpse, or end up like some of them?

*FUCK my life!* - he thought while hiding under a hospital bed covered by brown red stains, next to a corpse which state was not that old, and with some staring, It was like the pony was killed days ago...

A whispering starts forming, and getting louder. The voice was feminine, which only caused even more confusion. The stallion decides to take a peek, and among the table legs, beds and darkness, a dark pink coat could be seen.
Followed by a tail in the same tone but even more darker. It was a young pink mare...

*What the actual hell.*

She was pretty, her eyes were sapphire blue colored and her body was like a sculpture, shaped by an experienced sculptor in the finest marble. And her humming singing was somewhat nice.
Nothing related to the other's descriptions and stories, they were complete lies regarding her look.

Mane started to feel uncomfortable, that couldn't be his target. How could such beauty at his eyes have such disgusting nature? Why? How? Questions starting to form on his head, including mixed feelings.

She appeared confused and surprised by something:
"H-hello? Is somep-pony there..?"

He flinched for a second, she knew he was there! But where?
She started walking in place, turning around, with a scared look in her face, only to make Mane wonder, if she was the responsible for the events in that basement, how could such pony be afraid of a possible new victim?

She walks again, this time closer to his spot. Mane was panicking:
*D-DID SHE JUST SENSED M-MY PRESENCE?!* - One of the worse conditions ever against him.

Mane besides being an indirectly related to the Sombra family, also the last one from his family line, and for somepony raised by "uncle" King Sombra himself in his very early youth, Mane was full of imperfections that would make his uncle ashamed.
Fear of the dark, fragile to gore scenes and weak in physical fighting, among other ones, and now, afraid of a young mare...
*Shit shit shit!* - he thought while the supposed serial-killer dragged closer.

He had to make a decision...
Too late...

As soon the pink mare touched the cotton sheets, revealing Mane's terrified face, a storm just began.
The mare screamed loud in fear, and Mane screamed even louder.

She stumbled on her own hooves against the wall and started crying and screaming, as if she was being burned alive, as if she wanted to blast her vocal cords forever.

In the middle of the confusion, Mane trips in every table, loose bloody limb, among other things, to the corridor leading to the stairs to the world. Making flasks, cutting material, and a big assortment if different body parts fall on the muddy floor of the basement.

Leaving the poor mare behind crying in that dark violent place,
he started to feel guilty, but giving the circumstances, It was better not head back down there that soon...

"Can It be..?" - Said to himself - "Such beauty did that?"
But he started to analyze what he saw from her...
- *If she's a serial-killer, she must have a psychological complex... and a sociopath seems to fit on her... unpredictable, sudden changes of behavior, violent crime with a unknown purpose... but only she knows her personal reasons... hard to believe how somepony like her look so innocent outside... but if she's calm like that... I wonder how is she in her bad side... next time...*

Mane noticed he was still close of the place and he could barely still hear her groans and sobs.

"Better get the hell out of here..." - He said and started running away of that cursed place.

"Next time!"