A young man entered the cell in the large building where the youkai was kept.

• You're a Kojin, aren't you? Unfortunately for you, you will have to wait here for your execution, which will take place in the city square.
• Why are you doing this to me, I didn’t do anything...? Said to Toru.
• Your head will be hung in front of the gate in a few days, as a warning to others. Unless of course you dry out without water first.

• Kojin clenched his fists in grief and lowered his head, not taking his eyes off the cold stone floor. Is this really how it will all end for him? Is it possible that in a few days his head will be cut off in front of onlookers? Red tears flowed from his eyes.*

• Tie him in the square and present the bowl. - the man ordered the guards. They did just that. The sun was unbearably hot, the prisoner was languishing from thirst and fatigue for the second day. His hands were tightly tied to the pillars so that he bowed his head and looked at the cup full of his tears. The tears had long since stopped flowing and he had no strength to shed them. Many people passed by Kojin all day long, but no one even thought about helping him. Everyone was just whispering and asking when the execution would take place.