"Marquis! Wake up! Marquis!"
"...You came."
His voice made it sound like he was at death's door. When I checked his health through the Manager Scouter, it read critical. Locking up an eighty-year-old man in a place like this! Those scum have no respect for their elders!
Then I discovered marks of severe torture on the old man's body.
The moment I saw them, uncontrollable rage boiled up inside me.
"Those sons of bitches! Torturing you like this!"
Festering wounds and a terrible stench, burn marks, twisted limbs, and countless stab wounds. But what grieved me most of all was that the old man's eyes... were gone.
"I'll do the exact same thing to the sons of bitches who did this to you!"
"Sir, I do not want revenge. They were merely following orders. I too am a man who killed many through torture. Wouldn't it be shameless of me to hold a grudge now?"
Even having lost both eyes, the old man smiled faintly.
His body was so wasted that he was nothing but skin and bones.
