Interlude 2 – A Certain Young Man’s Past
At the end of his journey, the still immature boy
arrived at a place that was a dark and narrow room with a lot of blood in
it. The floor and walls were all made of
flat, black stones, which appeared to have been occasionally washed with water;
but even so, it was impossible to make it such that all the blood, which had
flowed in this room, unnoticeable.
The boy pressed a plump man against the smelly floor,
and held a dagger to the man’s neck.
“Tell me the truth, or else I’ll slice your throat.”
