A bathroom specially for small prisoners to shower.
The last stall is running water,
cold water cascades down green hair,
the water flows along a slender body, almost devoid of muscle contour, downward, merging into the drain.
Mr. Question Mark, one of the creators of this game, is unexpectedly inside it.
He spreads his palms,
a piece of flesh with only line contour, like a halo, falls into his hand.
Thanks to the mental cleanse brought by clear water, and the mental dispersion in the showering situation.
Mr. Question Mark is deciphering secrets, he must decode this piece of flesh's secrets, otherwise such an existence is impossible to confront head-on.
However, today Mr. Question Mark has some emotional turmoil, even though cold water flows over him, it carries a distinct discomforting heat.
His deciphering is even affected, with inappropriate emotions continuously emerging.
Snap.
A fist lightly hits the wall surface, both a vent and a way for him to calm down.
