Imprisoned in a dungeon, blindfolded, imprisoned in action.
Not seeing the light of day, living in a muddle-headed state, the days are like years.
Explosion...?
"Is there anyone out there... Who's not dead yet?"
I instinctively turned my head in the direction of the sound, and my chin was lifted by the sharp metal object. I could feel the appraising eyes on me.
The runes on my mouth were pulled off, and my fingertips pressed on my snake eye lines.
It hurts, I thought.
It's a pity that I can't see it. The other person's narrow golden eyes are shining with a pleasant and evil light.
Intention: Give Feitan his own warmth