“I have some questions for you,” Junpei said, staring at Shota Ito soullessly. “Are you the one who put that thing in my house?!” The boy’s eyes grew wide, and his narrow pupils focused on his tyrant. Before Shota could question him, cigarette burns consumed his arm and swallowed up the rest of his body. Within a matter of seconds, Junpei already had him hostage. “Whether you lie or tell the truth, you’ll die no matter what you say. At least show some dignity in your last moments.” ”I’m… sor…ry,” Shota croaked, but Junpei’s face remained the same. Cold and merciless. “And? So what?” Suddenly, the door to the corpse-filled gym flew open.