As soon as everyone emerged from the prison, they were hit head-on by a brutal scene at the entrance.
Directly in front of them, two men with stripped clothing were hanging upside down from a crooked-neck tree.
The wind swayed them back and forth.
Lady Melo, evidently seasoned and knowledgeable, remained unfazed, acting as if she hadn't noticed. Behind her, Siber's pupils shrunk for a fleeting moment, her scream nearly reaching her throat, but she forcefully suppressed it, maintaining her aloof persona.
As for the third woman present, Amisha, she too showed little reaction; having grown up in the junkyard, she had witnessed all manner of lowly deeds. Nevertheless, the disgust in her gaze was unmistakable.
Angel, like the other males present, showed little emotion—merely glanced at the Knight's armor discarded beneath the tree, then quietly contacted Dox.
"Were those two at the entrance your doing?"
