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When the prisoner runs out of fingernails, he will be thrown into the Dungeon, and since there were too many arrests today, he ends up in the same cell where Ushumgallu and Erika were.
- Ask something simpler. They grab you on the street and torture you. This Genza, or whatever his name is, is just a madman. He runs around like he's possessed, and any minute now he'll start dismembering everyone left and right, - Genza sighed heavily and leaned against the wall, tilting his head back. - And what are you doing here? - he narrowed his eyes at the third neighbor. - Brother. And isn't it you who bashed the bartender's head in?
- Concussed... I didn't understand much, the conversation didn't really work out, he just yelled and growled. But it seems someone disappeared. Maybe someone's respected relative.
The new neighbor was clearly lying – it's not just that he was the only one whose fingernails were ripped out, but since he somehow angered Ginza, he has the right to keep secrets. At least until Ushumgallu himself gets drawn into this mess, whatever it may be.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers