Sniffing the air and following the line of dots and drips, Crimson was sure that whatever had left this all behind was a most interesting person. Surely, they could inform them of many interesting things. Like why people didn't do many rituals on the grounds. Did they not know how to? Was it against the rules? Why did pottery have flowers in it? How come the glow circles in the ceiling burned? Were they little stars trapped?
They had tried to free them but they might have killed them.
Smiling as they reached the source of the blood and ink, Crimson walked up tapping the ghoul on the shoulder. "Are you aware you are dripping? It is a waste of blood, to drip like that."