In a room that was as small as my bathroom, I was eating a meal that was the equivalent of someone vomiting on your plate and serving it as food.
But beggars can't be choosers.
It has been a hundred days since I've been in the underworld.
Due to the time difference between the two, for Nara, it should be around ten days since I've been gone.
I hope that my family is doing well. I hope that they aren't crashing out. They're good people but I understood that they were all capable of doing bad things. I could only hope that they didn't do anything brash.
As I bit on a piece of grain that was harder than stone, I let a groan escape my mouth.
"Damn… I don't want to complain, but this tastes like dog shit. Scratch that. Dog shit probably tastes better than this. Not that… I would know what it tastes like."
