Two Fives
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chapter ii:i teaser trailer
wall sina, mitras / シガンシナ区
“He looks like an ordinary man,” conveys the council member. Moving his torchlight into the dungeon cell, he casts the inmate in red light. Cobblestones enclose him on three sides, the fourth a wall of cast-iron bars. Sometimes, he reaches out through them, only for the councillor's companion, a warden of the Military Police, to boot his emaciated fingers back inside. Please, the inmate whimpers.
“He isn't,” claims the warden.
They stand in the passageway of a dungeon that reaches almost as far as the Underground. Without torches, the men would be in an abyss, black as black can be. Under the capital of Mitras is this dungeon, reserved for only the most vile of villains--Titan Cult terrorists, Persona Non Grata thugs, extremists of the Wall and serial killers—all awaiting the gallows. Along with this one.
“You say he's a titan?”
“That's right.”
“Small for a titan,” the councillor mocks. "You can see his bones. Correct me if I'm wrong, Officer, but have you ever, in any encyclopaedia, heard of a titan that can speak? I wanted to see this so-called titan for myself. This big bad beast. All of the other councillors seem intent on casting him to the hangman, having not even seen him, but not me. You won't have my vote. This man, here, looks harmle--”
The warden clutches onto the councillor's shoulders, wrenching him to a brick wall. His hands are rough. Rough in that fabric rips apart in his fingers. They drop their torches in the struggle, clatter, clatter, clatter. “Harmless? Don't be fooled. We all saw him. We all saw it. The Royal Government has been keeping this on a need-to-know basis because they don't want a leak. They don't want public uproar. To tell you the truth, they'll do as they please with this man; with or without the council's blessing.”
“He isn't,” claims the warden.
They stand in the passageway of a dungeon that reaches almost as far as the Underground. Without torches, the men would be in an abyss, black as black can be. Under the capital of Mitras is this dungeon, reserved for only the most vile of villains--Titan Cult terrorists, Persona Non Grata thugs, extremists of the Wall and serial killers—all awaiting the gallows. Along with this one.
“You say he's a titan?”
“That's right.”
“Small for a titan,” the councillor mocks. "You can see his bones. Correct me if I'm wrong, Officer, but have you ever, in any encyclopaedia, heard of a titan that can speak? I wanted to see this so-called titan for myself. This big bad beast. All of the other councillors seem intent on casting him to the hangman, having not even seen him, but not me. You won't have my vote. This man, here, looks harmle--”
The warden clutches onto the councillor's shoulders, wrenching him to a brick wall. His hands are rough. Rough in that fabric rips apart in his fingers. They drop their torches in the struggle, clatter, clatter, clatter. “Harmless? Don't be fooled. We all saw him. We all saw it. The Royal Government has been keeping this on a need-to-know basis because they don't want a leak. They don't want public uproar. To tell you the truth, they'll do as they please with this man; with or without the council's blessing.”
Shadows dance around them like the evil devils of hell, firelight casting into the dungeon cell, and the warden wails, “He might wear our clothes. Speak our language. Work in our markets and our mills. Smile with that human mouth... Make no mistake.
That man is not human.”
That man is not human.”
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