The three prisoners, who had been slouched listlessly, grinned as if they’d been waiting for this moment.
“I just vouched for a few people; I didn’t kill anyone. Sure, a couple of families ended up taking their own lives because of me, but… well, it’s not like I killed them, right?”
“Those old folks handed over their money to me on their own, you know? It’s not my fault they were dumb enough to trust me.”
“Compared to those guys, I’m practically a saint. I hooked up desperate people with high-paying jobs. Oh, of course, the ‘high pay’ part was for the clients who bought them, not the workers.”
Someone cut through the trash’s self-introductions to sum up what they were getting at.
“So… there’s no murderer here?”
These were scumbags who had wrecked countless lives and even driven some to suicide.
But the condition Moriel demanded for the sacrifice was clear: “a human who has directly taken another’s life with…