Sazanoko slightly lifted her eyelids, glanced at the small cockroach crawling past her feet, then half-closed her eyes again,
Before half-closing her eyes again, Sazanoko casually glanced at Nakamura Tsuki beside her... Nakamura Tsuki was drooping her head, her tiny chin tightly pressed against her collarbone, her eyes vacant and hollow.
In these days, she and Nakamura Tsuki had been confined in this cellar.
Not allowed to move freely, they could only be tied to the wooden pillar with hemp rope.
They had hardly seen any living people, the person they saw the most was a woman with very thin lips, this woman seemed to be specifically responsible for taking care of their basic needs.
Though this woman often met with Sazanoko and Nakamura Tsuki, she had almost no interaction with them, always leaving hurriedly after taking care of them.
