The free individuals roving this city were the nightmare of every identity performer.
Of course, they occasionally did good deeds, such as helping a certain identity to smoothly accomplish various tasks.
Such times were rare; in the depths of the human heart, there was always a desire for destruction.
It was suppressed by people's moral conscience, but if one day they attained absolute freedom, then the morals that bound a portion of that freedom would also be discarded.
This group of free individuals had come here to cause destruction.
They were here to ruin the people who strove hard to play their roles well, even though the city itself was not friendly to these people.
And the free individuals would encounter no resistance; upon seeing a free individual, everyone felt an innate sense of fear and submission.
Those were the rules of the city.
But why...
Why was there not a trace of fear or submission in this dwarf's eyes? Not even the rage before despair set in?