"Sir, sir... it's all my fault, I deserve to die... I shouldn't have..."
Beside the dock at West Sail Port.
Nagi, tied up in a tight bind, knelt trembling on the ground with his pants soaked, his mouth quivering as he begged for mercy, cursing himself for being utterly worthless.
However, things couldn't have been worse for him, as he cursed himself right at a critical point, his tongue stumbled and suddenly forgot from which "not supposed to" he should begin his self-blame.
The nearby flames flickered, and after a moment, he finally adjusted to the darkness here.
It was at this time that he saw the thick blood slurry on the ground, the sausages hanging on the broken wooden crates, and the discarded, white flesh on the street... his stomach churned, almost causing him to retch.
"Ah—!"
After a bout of dry heaving, he quickly continued to tremble and plead for forgiveness.
Anush watched his expressions with a smirk, as though admiring a wild dog with its limbs broken.
