It was only after I pictured Catherine crying while begging me for mercy that I felt my rage and resentment subside. Regaining my composure, I looked up at the corpse once more.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that the corpse looked Cauxian, with brown hair and a broad build. His apparel looked dated, and if I had to guess, I would say it resembled the Amoranian military uniform issued during WWII.
I knew that there had been Jareans on this island before, but I never expected Amoranians to have ended up in this godforsaken place.
When I told Catherine and the others about this, they were all elated. They came up with a plan to lower me further into the hole so that they could have Jenny break through the ice wall to fish out the frozen Amoranian soldier's corpse.
As far as I was co
