Cult Facility III

'Fuck!'

I cursed the moment my soul sense had seeped into the person who was in the line in front of me.

It is a Beastwoman, and she had been here for decades. At least four to five decades from what I could see.

I had already expected it, but it was still somehow able to shock me.

My soul sense moved to others in the line, and I found each one of them at least here at least for a decade.

Still, they are nothing in front of the third line by the wall, where each one of them is here for five decades or more. Some even seemed like they had been here for a century.

I felt even more scared seeing that.

'I have to escape!' is the thought that begins to run in my mind repeatedly with each person I checked.

I didn't let it overwhelm me or do anything rash.