I tried to make out my surroundings as I reconnected to the metal thing I hadn't seen in a long time. I involuntarily squinted as I stared at the usual gray wall. Then, when everything was ready, a new torturer I had never seen before came in front of me, pulling a knife from behind my back.
"Hello."
It was a plain-looking dwarf with a smiling face, a woman.
The smiling faces were the worst.
When she raised my head, bringing the knife close to my chin, she looked me in the eyes. Her smile widened, then she pulled a syringe from her pocket and hit me on the neck.
It was the same as before, so I knew what I was up against. I tried to prepare myself, or at least I did.
However, the dwarf, after pulling the syringe from my neck and throwing it aside, brought the knife to my hand. She placed the knife on my finger as if she were cutting a fruit and turned back to me.
She stood there for a moment, her smile widening.
My finger?
