After the group returned to the solitary building that they had previously been locked up in, the feeling this time could be said a stark difference from what it felt previously.
The place was still the same place, the things in the building were still the same, but in the eyes of everyone, now it was no longer so cold and alien as before—the workings of the mind were a very mystical thing. In times when one was in a good mood, seeing a kitchen knife would make one think of cooking a good meal to reward oneself. In times one was in a bad mood, seeing a kitchen knife would only make one plan to slash others with it…
"Come come come, let's play Fight the Landlord!"
