He dragged a chair over, sat opposite the "Warden," pulled out paper and a pen, and nodded at him.
"But routine must be followed. Let's not waste each other's time. I'll ask, you answer. First question: name?"
The "Warden," O'Neill Darren, had a vacant look in his eyes, as if he had entirely lost his sense of self, yet he unhesitatingly spoke a name.
"Akman Cyril."
That was the Warden's real name.
The No. 3 Executioner didn't notice anything amiss and continued his questioning.
"Where were you when the Governor was assassinated? You must tell me everything you remember from your memories, without concealing anything."
The Warden continued, holding nothing back.
"In the early morning, I was asleep at home and was only awakened by the sound of the alarm bells.
"Since I knew coral disease was rampant in the port, I worried about infection and hesitated for a moment.
