Is he... Coming... Sese's figure huddled in a corner, the bluish-white, almost rotten skin exposed to the moisture, twitching from time to time, with raised grains on it.
... The person who came didn't respond, and tugged hard on the chain that tied the man's neck. It was time. The words are clear and the meaning is horrifying.
He, he! ... The man suddenly became excited, mouthing words intermittently, becoming increasingly weak. But he still resisted, pressing his long nails against the ground, and was still pulled away...
Then, the light shone in the gloomy dungeon, revealing two rows of hateful-looking nail marks, which were connected continuously and finally lost their way in the blood-red color at the end.