Holland sneered in annoyance as he dug his claws into another oblivious rogue that charged at him. Somewhere after thirty minutes, he lost count of how many rogues he had killed.

However, seeing how bloody his clothes were and the number of dead rogues lying around him, he could take a guess.

"They just keep coming," he groaned and narrowed his eyes towards the location the rogues were flooding out from.

Beth stood beside him, panting and soaked in sweat as she followed his line of sight.

"To think everyone thought that mansion was abandoned—who would have thought it housed this many rogues?" she breathed out.

"You think it's Aaron's...