"Self-destruct?" One of the noble boys let out weakly.
There were three of them imprisoned here… two boys and one girl, all children of prominent nobles huddled against the cold ground in terror.
Like the boy who had been forced to threaten his father into attempting Saeko's assassination, they were all meant to be bargaining chips for White Hall's criminal operations.
"Are we going to die...?" The first boy's voice cracked. He had deep wound marks covering his body which was clear evidence of torture. Though his eyes looked deeply traumatized, he was desperately trying to keep his composure.
The other two were cuffed with chains, but hadn't been subjected to physical threats yet. It was just the psychological terror of captivity.
"That's what it sounds like," the girl said with resignation.
