It could be expressed as a classic interrogation room. There was a metal table that didn’t budge as well as metal chairs which likewise did not move. It was impossible to stand up directly from a sitting position due to the fixed position of the chairs. Trying to do so would make the person hit their knees on the table. It would hurt quite a bit if someone tried standing up abruptly. It was positioned such that you could only slide out sideways to stand up properly. Maru wondered if it was like this in a real interrogation room.

“You’re a murderer who knows nothing. A pure murderer. You were raised on an island and you don’t have any rejection towards killing. You were raised that way and you lived your life that way. Oh, and you can’t talk. The only thing you can say is stuff like uh, ah, oh, and stuff like that. Do you get what kind of character it is?”

“Yes.”

Maru spoke as he put his hands on the cold surface of the table. The staff put him in handcuffs. He thought that it was just a plastic prop, but it was actually metallic. A sharp metallic ring could be heard as it brushed against itself between his palms.

“I want you to express violent emotions. Just like a wild dog or somethi...