Even though these freaks have different ways of rampaging, there is one method to quiet them down — at that time, the prison guards would bring reserved prisoners before them.
Some of these prisoners would be devoured alive, some dismantled into components, and others toyed with until their spirits broke.
"So that's how you see me."
The chilling female voice from behind the mask said, "I'm heartbroken, as compensation..."
The man in the black cloak shuddered violently, never expecting that the opponent would dare to disregard the Prison Warden and strike at him. He made no defensive move, causing the interrogator's raised right hand to pierce straight through his chest. He watched helplessly as the opponent completed a pulling motion, soon after his still beating heart was forcibly torn from his body.
Yet he was still alive, not even feeling any pain.
"I'll keep this heart here for now, and return it to you when I'm no longer angry."
"You witch—"
