Listen to a perverted murderer narrate twisted facts, or go back to eating?
Jason chose the latter without hesitation.
Not just because the female pastry chef's breakfast was delicious enough, but also because he knew all too clearly what that perverted murderer wanted to say, or rather, wanted to do.
Nothing more than to drag him into the mire to seize a glimmer of a chance at survival.
As for how?
If one discards the basic decency of being human, there are far too many ways.
And does the other party still have any human decency left?
Think of those who have died.
The answer is clear.
Huh?
The taste of milk cereal porridge!
Sitting at the dining table, Jason quickly reined in his thoughts as soon as he smelled the aroma of the food, sitting up straight and waiting for the female pastry chef to bring the meal.
At the same time, he reminded himself.
Control!
You must exercise control!
