"What does it feel like?"
Six looked up at the azure sky, recalling the time he was tied to the altar...
Suddenly, he shivered violently, having frightened himself.
"It was terrifying, as if an invisible pair of hands was constantly choking my neck, rendering me immobile, and then the blood in my veins began to slowly drain away, as if I were in an ice cellar.
I wanted to escape, but I had no strength at all, unable to do anything, not even able to speak.
I've personally seen members of the Demon Clan being dragged onto the altar and bound by those vile lowlifes. I could tell, neither they nor I had been drugged, but still... once on the altar, one wouldn't even dare to struggle.
I didn't want to die, so in desperation, I played dead.
I figured, even if I were to die, I didn't want to die on that altar, but who could have known...
