Thud. Thud.
The sound of my heart pounding reverberated violently inside my head.
I placed a hand over the tattoo near my heart.
The contamination I had stuffed in there and organized.
The products of the Ghost Stories I had separated from myself.
Roe Deer is just an empty shell? What do you mean the real one is inside? Are you perhaps referring to the contamination…?
I could hear voices from the jury box, sounding as though they were protesting. Then, soon after, the lights in several of the jury seats went out.
If you continue causing a disturbance, you will be removed from the court.
“……”
For a moment it sounded like someone was grinding their teeth, and then the jury box fell silent.
But Juror Number 1 was still looking at me.
The agent whose face I could not see.
Selection Candidate 202■ Management No. 370614.
Kim Soleum.
I dragged in a breath and raised my head.
At the request of Juror Number 1, we will proceed with additional questioning.
Come forward and answer.
Come forward?
“Ugh.”
A sensation of something tearing its way out from my chest and crushing down on my eyes, nose, and mouth flared through me with vivid agony.
Staggering, I tried to back away, but then…
“Did you call for me, teacher?”
[Over here.]
Am I
the one
answering?
-What is going on here? My goodness, could you call the cameras first? Being interrogated is obviously provocative, and the viewers will love it!
[This is not a school, but I see clothes that look strangely familiar….]
lololololololololololololololololololololololol
The contaminations.
My contaminations burst out and began answering on their own. I couldn’t…