User blog comment:Flamebiplane/Eziko and Friends (Q&A)/@comment-30014014-20180319185143/@comment-30014014-20180322213333

The setting changes from the edge of a regional city to darkness in the woods, a few dozen men in rags walking, each visible with an injury or parts one would call ugly. They march in shame, hands covering their shoulders as if to try to combat the shivering winds of the night.

"So, they march, straight to a forsaken villa, broken and unkempt for. The only source of nourishment, moldy bread and murky waters for thirst, the path behind them seemingly replenished with sharp ends and branches. Left alone, expected to die isolated as to 'contribute' to the city's betterment by ridding it of its 'less desirable' people, they sit, trying to keep their hopes up while ignoring the gazes between the leaves and branches..."

As Joseph speaks, the setting dims as if under the cover of night, with campfires surrounded by men sharing whatever they have, blind to scarlet eyes behind bushes.