Even the Vasquez People who had just seen the clown kill that Warrior, no matter how resentful they felt, didn't dare show a hint of emotion.
In the crowd, Wei'en let his body go through the motions, trying his best to remain calm.
'Damn clown, you're a real fucking freak!'
'Who gags someone and then tells them to speak?'
Nifa floated in mid-air, silently watching the "splendid performance" below. Her mind couldn't help but recall that night. That same feeling of powerlessness turning to helplessness—she remembered it clearly. Back then, she could only suppress her terror and watch as Investigator after Investigator was slaughtered as if for sport.
Even today, seventeen years later, the images of her comrades' silent, brutal deaths still appeared in her dreams, deeply seared into her mind.
And their respected and beloved former Director had also died that night.
If Ales hadn't arrived at the last moment, everyone would have probably died...
