Chip processor, is it a corpse?
At that moment, Harvey violently ripped off his prison clothes, as the blood on them had coagulated with the fabric, making a crisp 'tearing' sound as he did. The wounds that had just stopped bleeding reopened, from slashes as wide as his knuckles, and blood flowed out, streaking down his dark back in tears as if numerous eyes were crying.
"Actually, I'm quite surprised you know about the processor," Harvey said while wiping his body with a towel. "This is not something taught at the orphanage; most people in the prison don't even know what controls their chips, just like ants can't see the people above them."
"What confines us is not the prison, it's the chips. Shattered Lake is just a room in the Kingdom of Blood Moon."
