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Getting adjusted to this new world surrounding him was definitely no easy task, but Inigo was trying his best to do so calmly (see: having a mental freak out every time he saw something he'd never heard of before). It was safe to say that, despite it having only been a few days or so (if that), he thought he was doing a pretty good job! Of course, this thinking was all out of some twisted form of overconfidence, but whatever. No one ever said it was wrong to lie to yourself anyway.
With some 'hard work' (okay, not really), he had managed to suppress his surprise at every other thing, instead going about his walk rather normally. He had even found himself with a pair of clothes that didn't look quite so outlandish-- jeans (which still felt a little weird, mind you), a hoodie, and some shoes he couldn't think of a name for if he tried-- and was going about his day just fine when... Okay, no.
There was seriously no way a dead body laying on the middle of the sidewalk was "normal" at all and it just would not do when he was trying so hard to fit in, but here he was, stopped in front of it. It wasn't even a typical dead body, either, you know-- like one that had been stabbed or something. Instead there was a gaping hole in the victim's chest, still fresh with blood, and from what he could see, his... heart was missing? Seriously? What the fuck?
Inigo felt sick. He made a point out of showing this, too, by placing his hand against the nearest building to lean against it. Sure, he had killed before in battles, but that was out of the need to survive and for a better future. He'd never done it so specifically either, as if they had a twisted reason for killing this certain way...
Luckily for him (kind of?), he wasn't the only person around. Looking towards the next guy to walk by (dundunDUN....Will), he made a point out of making sure his attention had been caught on the body, too, by gesturing towards it and spluttering, "Wh... what the..?!"