I swallowed.
From the dozens of jury seats arranged on both sides of the dark courtroom, the Disaster Management Agency agents of Segwang Special City were looking down at me in the exact forms they had worn at the moment of their deaths.
A ghastly sensation crawled up my spine.
Those were not eyes that suited the usual descriptions so often attached to agents—“full of conviction,” “steadfast,” “gentle.”
‘…It’s a Ghost Story.’
Contaminated.
The real agents… must have already been wiped out all across Segwang Special City while carrying out rescue operations.
Those figures, already dead, yet bound to this court by some sort of force.
For the sake of this meaningless process of selecting rescue targets….
They stared at me.
If anyone wishes to testify regarding Selection Candidate 202■ Management No. 370614, raise your hand and speak.
Of course, my companions immediately raised their hands.
But I saw it.
Others had raised their hands too.
All throughout the dark jury seats, bizarre dead figures were lifting their hands.
“……!”
Juror No. 5, speak.
Only the jury seat with its number on it remained under a pinpoint spotlight.
A body torn apart.
In the darkness, an agent whose organs and limbs remained only as geometric fragments looked at me and whispered.
That person is currently wanted by the casino.
…!!
He’s a criminal currently under warrant. Even though he earned so many coins there, he didn’t help a single one of the countless addicts inside the casino.
I staggered back.
IfwerescuegamblingaddictsandthensomethinghappenedwhowouldtaketheresponsibilitypullyourselftogethernottrescuingthemistherightchoiceIhadnochoicebuttoturnmyheadandlooksomewhereelse
A strange guilt pressed down on my chest.
What is…