A steel gap just an inch wide was crammed with similarly hollow faces of young girls.
The moment the boy groaned the girl's name, he also denied it in his heart.
It's not right.
With just one glance, Roland understood.
The one peering at him from the gap in the iron plate was not the Mikana he knew.
How could these be the gentle and considerate Mikana, like an older sister next door!
These beings, only fit to be called "things," weren't even human!
(Ahhh...)
Unfathomable despair tormented the boy, with anguish indescribable by words or script tearing at his soul.
(How could this be...)
Illogical, cruel, abnormal, brutal... Why were such atrocities inflicted upon the deceased Mikana, and why must he confront such a tragic affair?
In the face of the world, human strength still appeared powerless, and individual strength was even more insignificant like a grain of sand.
As an individual human, no matter how strong, one could only protect so limited many things.
