human
Kaito:  Kaito raised his arm, and Hina readied her halberd.
gpt
Elisabeth:  But a cold voice spoke first, scoffing at the fact that they’d faltered even for a second. “Gavel.”
human
Narrator:  GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG! A solemn, bell-like noise rang out. A mass of crimson flower petals scattered magnificently through the air. A massive iron hammer swung down from empty space, the very air trembling as it fell. The transformed paladin was crushed, armor and all. The hammer’s head was covered in brutal-looking thorns, causing it to resemble a meat tenderizer as it flattened the man from the head down. An invisible hand lifted up the Gavel’s short handle. An unsettling sticky noise accompanied it. Crimson lines gently stretched up, then snapped. Beneath the hammer, iron plates and human flesh were all flattened into one. It made for a spectacle so far removed from the man’s original form that the action seemed retroactively less cruel.
gpt
Elisabeth:  “Hmph.” Elisabeth snapped her fingers. The iron hammer transformed into a cloud of petals, then vanished. All that remained was a horrid, incomprehensible pile. It made a squelching sound as Elisabeth trampled it underfoot. Ascending the stairs, she let out a low murmur. “Hurry.”
human
Kaito:  “…Got it.” She spoke but a single word, and Kaito’s response was similarly concise. After stepping over the pitiful corpse spread out before the staircase, the three of them resumed running. On their way, they encountered two more transfigured paladins and dispatched them just as quickly. Having disposed of everyone in their path, the three of them then dashed through the corridor where high windows cast ominous designs on the floor. Eventually, Elisabeth’s bedroom came into view. Kaito felt a shiver go across his body as he ran. A terrible scene surely awaited them there, as the door was wide open and the floor around it was covered in blood.
gpt
Kaito:  “Butcher!”
human
Hina:  “Mr. Butcher!”
gpt
Elisabeth:  Elisabeth stepped wordlessly into the room.
human
Narrator:  What greeted them was an overwhelming silence. It was quiet in the room. Quiet and still. Ever since a demon had broken in, the window’s slatted shutter had been left broken. A faint light streamed down onto the vacant floor. The spots where the plain yet refined bed and dresser had once been were now devoid of furniture. They’d gotten caught in Elisabeth’s battle with the Butcher and destroyed. The only thing left was the knife-ridden map on the wall. That and the tall, narrow metal cage hanging from the ceiling—the Gibbet, one of Elisabeth’s summoned torture devices. Kaito looked up at the iron cage in silence. It was empty. The Butcher was nowhere to be seen.
gpt
Kaito:  “Elisabeth…”
human
Elisabeth:  “…Hmm.” Elisabeth snapped her fingers. Its chain rattled, and the cage landed on the floor. The first thing she did was deliberately inspect the cage door. Kaito watched her work from the side. After running her finger across the scratch marks left on the lock and confirming their direction and shape, she nodded. “These marks came from within."