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The smell of blood grips my nose as I watch the lifeless body of the man in front of me. He is Vodka, a man in his forties, and his face is barely recognizable now.
For twelve hours straight, Leon and I took turns interrogating him. We got out as much as we could before Leon finished him off in the end. He’s tied to a chair inside one of our dungeons. There’s a clear claw mark on his neck and a pool of blood has formed around his body.
“So, what do we know about this Revolution?”
Father arrives and stands in front of me as Leon is cleaning his bloody hands with a towel.
“It’s worse than we thought,” I admit.
“Explain,” Father says.
“From the other guy Gin, we learned that they are attacking us specifically because they believe a strong warrior has been born into
