The sun was fixed in the middle of the sky, and sweat was pouring down the prisoners' bodies onto the ground in abundance. Everyone was working, and some were singing in a single, harmonious voice, saying,
"The Earth loves blood, and death does not know the meaning of hypocrisy. So let us be imprisoned between the corners of the sky, for we are not pure."
The Joker was sitting on a rock, watching his followers sing and work at the same time. He had asked many people about the location of the temporal body, but no one had answered him. No one knew anything about this body.