Slumping into another chair, the zebra stared intently at the Renju board, saying nothing more.
Seeing him fall silent, Kulu didn't drink water either. He walked straight to another sugar-stirring native, placed the brown sugar beside him, turned around, and left the wooden cabin alone.
...
It's hard for the natives, who are insensitive to human relationships, to sense the hidden crisis behind this ordinary event.
But the zebra could feel it.
In Kulu's stuttering recounting, he seemed to see a gleaming butcher's knife poised to strike his neck.
The chill completely woke him up, making him realize——
He might become a manager, but for now, he wasn't one yet. Some things weren't his to orchestrate, and some secrets were not theirs alone.
On the island, only a few people lived, so nothing could be hidden from the teacher and Sunday.
