Frenzied Flame Church, Explosive Birth!

Todd could no longer describe how he felt.

Should he call it fear, depression, or having already given up thinking?

Or perhaps it wasn't limited to those three emotions, and even more negative feelings had flooded into his mind?

He didn't know.

He felt that no one would be happy after being kidnapped by a madman.

"I, Todd Speck, am twenty-three this year. No home, no job, no savings. My greatest hobby every day is finding old men and women and getting some coins to spend. They all give them to me willingly, so it doesn't count as a crime. Even if it were handled as fraud, I wouldn't even get sentenced to a year."

Todd muttered to himself for a long while. Then he suddenly scratched at his hair like he was losing his mind and said dejectedly, "What am I even doing?"

He curled up in the corner of a dark room. Even the windows of this small house had been stuffed tightly with weeds, apparently only recently. A damp, moldy smell lingered throughout the room. It was practically bare, with cleanliness being its sole redeeming feature.

"Splurt—"

Just then, three dead rabbits with their heads torn off were tossed in through the window. Blood splattered across the floor, and their limbs were still twitching.

The spilled blood immediately buried this room's only virtue.

"Ah, so it's only morning." Todd blankly looked up at the sky. Through the broken window, he could see that it was only around eight or nine in the morning, the beginning of a new day.

Yet he could not feel any vitality from it, nor could he bring himself to be happy, because—

"Today's food! Make sure you eat it properly! I'm off to preach now, ehehehe!"

An aged yet crazed voice came