In a huge space deep underground, the lights are dim and turbid.
In the center of the space, dozens of tall iron railings extended from above, enclosing a small area.
In this small 'prison', a young man sat on the ground, slowly tearing the food in front of him and stuffing it into his mouth.
This thing is really disgusting. At this moment, Rosa misses the potatoes fried by Teacher Fukawa and the rice balls made by her grandmother.
Not knowing if she would have the chance to eat it again in the future, Rosa was not worried about Teacher Fukawa, but she was worried about her grandmother.
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