Chapter 22: Incineration
༺ Incineration ༻
Squeak-
With the scream of old hinges, the heavy iron door opened and a bulky man appeared. A glimpse of various torture devices could be seen through the crack in the door.
The man wiped the blood that had splattered on his face with his arm. His face, smeared with the blood like paint, looked veritably demonic.
“Haaa….”
What a beautiful world.
The man truly thought so. Despite living a life of swear words and disdain in back alleys, in this world, he was as good as the upper class, able to enjoy such ‘special’ hobbies.
As he walked, his hefty, flabby belly flopped around in rhythm to his steps.
Having had enough fun, it was now time to work. He headed towards his guard post and stepped outside.