"Hmm."
"All right." Miyauchi Chiyu was very excited, as if he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. He cleared his throat and his eyes gleamed with a sickly light, "Considering that all five of you who are really participating in the game are a bit nervous, let me give a demonstration first. I'll tell you a story from a long time ago—"
"A long time ago, there was a couple. The husband was infertile by birth, so they adopted a child from the orphanage, a little boy."
The couple was very good to the boy, and he lived happily in his adoptive parents' home, until six or seven years later, when they were always arguing, throwing things, and even the police were alarmed several times."
"The boy was terrified and helpless; he didn't know what to do."
"Why did his adoptive parents argue? The boy didn't know at the time. He just sensed that from then on, his parents hardly cared for him as they used to."