"Aikawa! You finally woke up!" Hua Yuanxiongjie greeted his close friend with a mournful face.
"Xiong... Xiongjie? And Hanako...?" The severe pain made it hard for Aikawa to get his words out, he stuttered, then tried to lift his hand.
The hand... was bound.
The feet... were also tied up.
He screamed, "What's going on?!"
"...For now... don't exert yourself anymore. Aikawa..." Hua Yuanxiongjie swallowed hard and gave him a meaningful look.
Following Hua Yuanxiongjie's gaze, Aikawa saw a young man with a cold expression sitting on the living room sofa.
The young man was tall and slender and seemed young by his complexion, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and appeared to be easygoing.
But if you asked Aikawa, the cold light flickering in the other's clear eyes betrayed his handsome features.
That cold, hard aura filled with rationality and intelligence left Aikawa stunned.
He was not someone Aikawa knew.
The young man's gaze moved across his face like a knife, "Aikawa?"
