Two More Weeks Later…
Guards in the lower level spoke in hushed whispers. The atmosphere was strangely fragile these days. The merry talk of the break room was often suddenly pierced not only by the periodic sound of blood curdling screams, but also the sound of high-pitched, bone-chilling laughter.
Shiwoo and his fellow guards were gathered around a table again and were sipping beer apprehensively. This time, more people were gathered around, hoping to hear some of Shiwoo's wisdom. The noises coming from upstairs were simply too terrifying for them to joke around comfortably any longer.
"Shiwoo hyung, your station is on the level closest to the prisoner's chamber. Do you have any idea what's going on? People saying she must've reached the breaking point. According to His Majesty's decree, that means she'll be killed soon, and we can all go home. Do you think it's true?"
