Bill stared at the settlers with a look of disbelief.
What? They weren't just killed; they were murdered in front of their families?
"Is that really true?"
"It's true, damn it! Every two houses, one person died!"
"Damn, some are just grateful to be alive while others were beaten..."
"The world is so unfair, isn't it? Cough, spit!"
At the unsettling reactions of the settlers, Bill and the other immigrants flinched.
It seemed that their complaints only stirred up animosity.
To be precise, it was a jealousy born from the fact that they seemed to have lived more comfortably than the newcomers.
"Do you even know what we went through? The previous leader, was a complete demon!"
As he began to speak, stories of the past spilled out from the settlers.
Tales of murder and torture, enough to freeze the blood in one's veins just by hearing them.
