"We're not done yet."
There was a slight edge to the usual polite tone, and eyes hardened.
Really? Just a 'Sorry, bro'? As if he'd just jostled me at the bar?
Eyes moved towards the blood spattered box filled with tiny corpses.
"First, you're going to take that, clean it up, and then return it to me. After that, you're going to look into this...," he continued, producing a worn envelope that appeared to be a letter.
He placed the letter on top of the box.
"Take the box back to Asylum when it's clean."
Without another word, he left.