Sei's breath hitched, his heart pounded against his chest like it would explode any moment, but he maintained the calm on his face, 'What does he mean by don't try to run, what would a person do other than that in such a situation?'
Sei tightened his grip on the invisible sword, placing a step forward. "Who are you?" he asked.
The man in front didn't answer, his face hidden in the dark, as if intentionally.
Without another moment's thought, Sei tried to jump, but his body wouldn't move. He felt a hand on his shoulder—a single hand—and he couldn't even move his body. It was as if the hand weighed tons, and yet he didn't feel the weight.
The man earlier on the roof was now standing just behind Sei, his hand placed on his shoulder.
Sei jerked off his hand and moved sideways, maintaining distance, but still, he could feel the chill from just their presence—it was real.
