The aroma of your sins. Soul D.

A modest widow is a modest widow in the afternoon! Each time after sunset, my sense of smell became different, I felt smells... The smells of male sins.

each of them had its own taste. Vanilla, orange, cinnamon, tart wine. There were a great many of them. I could go to the most evil place, for example, such as Mr. Orf’s inn and feel in a confectionery shop. Scorestones and robbers, killers and thieves were felt to me with exquisite dishes, under the sauce of their own sins. And I was not a sorry that after my meal they did not survive. Supported!

Through death, I suffered revenge for their villainy.