The leader was very careful.
Before we were taken outside of the cells, our hands were tied up in a complicated knot. Our feet were bound together with around one meter rope in-between just so that we were able to walk on our own.
When we got out of the prison, it was already dark outside but the full moon was shining brightly. Other than the many men who came to take us to the ceremony venue, there were also a bunch of other people who walked in front of us and led the procession.
The little children were given the task to scatter flower petals on the road, the elder men were hitting drums rhythmically, and the women were singing a somber ballad that was no different from a funeral song. The guards held fire torches in their left hands and spears in their right hands.
