As the road extended, the dim light from the cell phone illuminated both sides of the corridor. Despite expecting it, Gustav and Anjing were still shockingly speechless at the sight that met their eyes in each compartment.
In every compartment was an almost identical apparatus, and in this dark space, humans were like canned in these tins, with their current state being displayed on the screens of the devices.
This place, once a hell on earth, had improved somewhat since the mysterious merchant arrived.
Although the scene looked incredibly bizarre, for the prisoners still trapped in the "cans," it should be a good thing.
At least, they no longer had to go through death over and over again, torn into pieces by monsters that manifested from their subconscious.