The prisoners in the cages all turned their eyes toward the leader of New Ward 6, who had so effortlessly disposed of their boss.
Without a sound or a trace-even their keen sense of smell had picked up no scent.
But only their eyes moved. For some reason, the place had grown unusually quiet. Most of the ghouls merely watched him in silence, while some showed no response at all, as though they had severed all connection with the outside world. They seemed to have given up on survival, quietly awaiting this so-called leader's death sentence.
"Lord Ice Mask, spare me. Please, spare me... I just don't want to... die like this..." The man who had begged for mercy earlier spoke again, his voice breaking into sobs.
If only he had known it would come to this, he would never have done it.
"You don't honestly think the others would tolerate you just because I spared you, do you?" Louis looked at the man. "Even if you walked out of here alive, there would be no place left for you in Ward 6."
"You should know better than I do now what happens to traitors."
Louis's words struck his heart like a heavy punch. He gripped the bars tightly, only releasing them after a long while. That instant seemed to drain all his strength, and he slumped helplessly against the iron door.
"Do you regret it?"
All the words he might have said came to nothing. He merely nodded in anguish, tears streaming down his face.
Seeing his state, Louis turned his gaze elsewhere. "The one thing you can be thankful for is that I wasn't the one you betrayed. And as Ward 6's new leader, I can offer you a chance to live."
"Swear allegiance to me." Louis looked