In the sprawling depths of a factory on the outskirts, kilometers away from the city center, Wilson stands on the top platform, looking down at the men and women below who are wailing and struggling.
Each of them carries at least a few human lives on their shoulders, some even that of their closest kin. These people have long extinguished their humanity; for money, they will do almost anything.
Hiss~
Wilson takes a deep inhalation with closed eyes, and then slowly opens them, reflecting not individual figures but writhing, steaming black mist.
"Sir, all the people on the list have been captured."
A robust and burly man walks up to Wilson and reports in a low voice.
"Hmm."
Wilson maintains a forward-leaning posture, nodding with a smile.
"The sin of greed, my Lord will like these human sacrifices..."
