My Skill Is the Sentient Card

I teamed up with four death row prisoners to clear the dungeon. The identity given to me by the system was [Bastard], and all attributes were cut in half. Good news: I wanted to hang out. Bad news: Teammates don't seem to be serious people either. 72-Hour escort mission, the forest is full of wild beasts. The more involved they were in their acting, the more I felt— I'm afraid I won't be able to go back this time.