Alp, Korotobi, and Grioku had just broken out of the cell after a tough struggle to bend the bars, and now they were wandering down a long, dark corridor. The air was damp and cold, and the place filled them with a deep sense of unease. Their footsteps echoed in the emptiness around them, dissolving the heavy silence that surrounded the trio.
Everything around them was enormous—the walls were towering, and the doors were gigantic, as if they had shrunk and become toy-sized in a world made for giants. But the most unsettling noise that cut through the silence was something else. In the distance, the sound of flesh being butchered echoed. Chop after chop, the noise rang out, each time louder and more dreadful than before.
As they cautiously moved forward, Alp couldn’t shake the feeling that everything seemed unreal. "How did I end up here?" he wondered. The tension in his body grew as his mind raced. He tried to stay focused, but things were getting worse by the second. "And with these two idiots?" he thought, glancing sideways at Grioku and Korotobi.
As they neared the source of the sounds, Korotobi, despite the clear danger, couldn't help but mock Grioku. "Huh, your hair looks like someone messed up putting together a jigsaw puzzle!"
Grioku, struggling to maintain his composure, snapped back angrily, “You think this is the right time for jokes?!”
With a smirk, Korotobi responded sarcastically, “Yeah, actually, I think it is.”
Just as Grioku was about to fire back even more furiously, Alp interrupted, his mind now set on survival, “Shut up!” he hissed under his breath, his voice low and tense. “There’s a door ahead.”
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As they moved closer to the door, the surroundings became even more bizarre. Suddenly, without any warning, Alp heard the faint sound of a music box playing. The tune wasn’t normal; it was soft and distant, yet clear to him alone. His facial expression shifted slightly, his eyes widening in subtle confusion as he slowly turned toward the direction of the sound. Noticing Alp’s sudden halt, Korotobi asked, “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”
Trying to regain his composure, Alp replied coldly, “Nothing.” He brushed off the strange sound and continued walking, though the haunting melody lingered in his ears for a short while before fading away completely.
When they reached the door, they paused momentarily before pushing it open together. The door creaked loudly, a sound like a scream tearing through the silence. But to their surprise, the giant inside didn’t move, nor did he seem to hear the noise.
The giant was busy butchering meat on a massive wooden table. His enormous hands moved slowly, chopping away with deep, deliberate strikes. The sound was heavy, almost thunderous, filling the space with a sense of dread. Alp, Grioku, and Korotobi stood like tiny ants before the scene, trying to move quietly without drawing any attention.
Korotobi, unable to resist once more, muttered sarcastically, “Didn’t we agree that angels don’t cook?”
This time, Alp couldn’t hold back a short laugh, but quickly returned to his usual cold demeanor. This wasn’t the time for laughter.
As they were about to reach the other door, something fell on the giant’s head—a massive spoon. Alp’s head shot up, his eyes quickly scanning the room, and he saw a girl wearing a yellow raincoat walking along the wooden beams of the ceiling. She was calm in a way that seemed almost unnerving, as though she was confident in every step she took.
Korotobi, seizing the moment once again, whispered with a grin, “So, are spoons our new weapons now?”
Alp couldn’t help but laugh audibly this time, though he immediately tried to act as if nothing had happened.
The giant, after a brief pause, simply returned to his butchering as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. The three boys moved forward even more cautiously now, trying to slip past the massive table without making a sound.