Chapter 41: The Tycoon's Way
Ethan's presence didn't go unnoticed.
The prisoners saw him.
But they didn't care.
It wasn't rare for someone to end up in this wretched place. A new arrival wasn't worth their attention. They had bigger concerns—like figuring out whether today was the day they'd finally end it all.
"Why are they here? Are they bad people? If they are, why is the Tower asking me to give them purpose again?"
[The concept of good and bad is subjective, Host. They may be considered bad by others, but to you, they might be good. Save whoever you deem worthy.]
"So it's up to me, huh? Guess I have to talk to them."
He approached a cell where an old man sat motionless, eyes staring blankly at the cold floor.
"Uh, hey old man. You seem lonely. Care to talk?" Ethan asked, his tone unsure. He wasn't exactly experienced in dealing with suicidal people.
The old man lifted his gaze, held Ethan's stare for a second—then looked away.
Ethan's lips twitched. "…Seriously?"
