"Ma'am, I'm really not a bad person. I've been wrongly accused. It wasn't me who killed him; the Second Officer and the Third Officer conspired to kill the Captain. It had nothing to do with me."
As he spoke, the young man's eyes grew red, his expression tinged with grievance. "They're the ones who should be tormented, so why is it me?"
"They cut open my stomach and stuffed something inside me. Then I gained a special Ability and was forced to work day and night. If I was even a little slow, I'd get whipped."
"Lately, I've only been able to sleep six hours a night. The rest of the time, I'm forced to work. I really can't take it anymore. I'm on the verge of being driven mad by them!"
Moli's expression was full of sympathy. She gave him a gentle hug before shyly letting go.
"If people are treating you like this, why… why don't you call the police?" Donna asked softly. "The Sheriffs of Hope Island are the most responsible."
