“This, sob, this is our last supper, isn’t it? Waaah.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“In this room, sniff! No one’s even thinking about picking a sacrifice. They don’t say it, but I know, sob! Everyone’s ready to die.”
The laid-back atmosphere that had lingered until now was nothing but a mirage. With just one comment from the young man, everyone was jolted back to the looming threat of death.
As their faces stiffened, the young man started pounding his chest wildly.
Whether it was to force down a hastily swallowed potato or out of frustration with the situation, no one could tell.
“I get it now too. I’ve, sob, figured it out! Sure, the prisoners from Valbritz Prison have a bad reputation, but they’re not all murderers, are they?”
The young man scanned the prisoners with teary, glistening eyes.
“I just noticed—the prison uniforms the aunties are wearing are a slightly different color from the ones…