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2024-10-29 19:42:56(I should probably put this here from now on but, warning: some of you might not want to read this since this chapter contains some really bad stuff. But I'm guessing you're coming for what you signed up for since I did put this novel in no one 17 or under admitted]
[The people you can kill are not limited to the people on the other side.]
The man behind the speakers frequently gives advice and tips about the prison. The cafeterias are separated as not to create chaos, but the hallway connecting to each of the cafeterias are connected, so most have to find a way inside without getting killed. Luckily none of them encountered anyone as they were entering.
There were a lot of people they didn't know, another thing they didn't know was how many rooms there actually were on their side. Beforehand though, Andreas asked Eremita to check all of the rooms to see how many there were and she counted it to be around twenty rooms, which means there are around forty people i
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