"Thank you, sir."
"He brought him a new life, far from war, disease, and hunger. Here, he could have more opportunities and a better future."
"And all of this was bestowed by sir!"
In a noisy building, a room full of people was praying. It was easy to sense their immense gratitude towards the 'sir' they spoke of, so much so that they prayed even while eating.
However.
Contrary to the gratitude in their tone, their expressions were unusually wooden; the vacant look on their faces made them resemble a group of puppets, exuding an oddity.
And the so-called food on their plates was even more horrifying— a huge meat worm, alive and struggling on the plate, its plump body wriggling grotesquely, evoking an inexplicable feeling of nausea.
Yet, the people appeared indifferent, picking up the worms without even the most basic expression, placing them into their mouths.
"Splat!"
A spurt of white juice splashed out, and the people began to earnestly savor this so-called delicacy.
