Perhaps he could live better and find a new path.
Sakurai Hideaki quickly came back to his senses, blaming himself—how could a grown man still fantasize about such things...
Yet, at the next moment, the hooded young man beside him suddenly stood up and walked towards a surgery room nearby.
"Follow me."
"...?"
Sakurai's first reaction was confusion.
However, soon, an inexplicable sense of closeness and trust made him stand up and follow that figure into the equally clean surgery room.
Then...
He didn't know what happened to him.
In a daze, he found himself lying in the surgery room, then saw dozens of long needles, shining brightly, flying from the hooded young man's hand towards him.
—Have I been trapped? What are they doing, is this really a black clinic?!
—Am I going to have my organs harvested and sold?!
He tried to twist his body, but the next moment his consciousness fell into darkness.
......
