"The master originally didn't like it. It has completely fallen, losing all emotion, leaving only empty numbness, a mindless beast that follows only instinct, the burnt-out firewood."
The servant's voice sounded from behind, as if nothing had happened. She appeared again before the people, exactly the same as the servant who had just died, with no difference whatsoever.
"Later, the master discovered that it was very suitable for dealing with some trash, like this."
The servant clapped her hands, and the sound of something crashing back and forth came from the darkness above. Then, a man covered in blood fell down, slamming hard onto the ground, his body twisted, uncertain how many bones were broken.
He saw the servant and forced his body to move, crawling forward, begging for mercy.
"Give me one more chance! I can definitely win back!"
