....I've never heard of offerings like this, but who is to say what is normal in this world?

[Koumei set the bit of fabric back in it's place on the gruesome altar and looked up at Yuri, his eyes shadowed in the darkness as he suppressed his natural, emotional reaction in favor of pure rationality. This was no time to get carried away, not when everyone's safety was at stake.]

But this alone might be a clue about where we are at right now, and the nature of whatever it was that brought us here. These appear to be personal effects-- not typical items for an offering. But thinking that it might be something else...

[He trailed, leaving the rest of his sentence unspoken. The implications should be plain, given where they stood.]