Rosina was used to the smell of rotten flesh, but coming from her mother's room gave her anxiety. Multiple thoughts swirled into Rosina's mind, thinking of any reasons for the cause.
Rosina stepped inside and took a big sniff. "This smell seems the flesh is fresh," she uttered and found the scent's source.
The smell was coming from the closet. Rosina got more curious and started digging into the closet's contents, but she found nothing.
"What's going on?" Rosina whispered and looked at the white walls. The smell was coming strong in that spot, making Rosina eager to see what it was.
Rosina stretched her arms before pushing the closet to the side. She sniffed the wall and was confident it was hidden behind it. She extended her claws and dug at the walls.
When Rosina pulled out her claws, a pile of sand came out from the holes, and the smell intensified. She stepped back and waited for the sand to stop running before she engaged again.
