C83 The Prisoner Who Was Locked in the Ninth Floor

The voice, tinged with a gentle softness, imparted an undeniable certainty.

In the pitch-black prison, it was as though an invisible pair of eyes snapped open.

Their gaze ultimately settled on Taku.

Yet, the sensation was fleeting, elusive, like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands.

But when their vacant stares once again fell upon Taku, the sight that greeted them left them dumbfounded