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The boy was in a factory.
It’s a construction factory for auto parts. High ceilings, and smells of machinery oil. The sound of welders somewhere, and the sounds of following sparks. But the facility is too large, to even determine the location of the sound.
From the conveyor belt, comes forth many weld-burnt metal parts.
The boy connects the part to a rivet, wipes off the machinery oil with a cloth, and uses a steel file to shave off the weld burns. That was his job. A little more than ten seconds later, an identical part comes down the belt. The boy seals, wipes, and shaves. Another part. Seal, wipe, shave. Seal, wipe, shave. Seal, wipe, shave. Seal, wipe, shave.
For every part delivered to him, the boy thinks to himself— I hate this. Once I finish this next one, I’m throwing out everything and going home.
Eventually, as he works, thinking the same thing every time, the pre-bell rings. It’s a signal indicating the five minutes before work concludes. And during the five minutes between the pre-bell and the final bell, the boy feels somewhat human. Thinking of nothing, only moving his hands mindlessly.
His work ends, and to his seniors’ calls of “Hey, want to go out for food,” he replies hastily and leaves. Without meeting anyone’s eyes he changes and exits the facility.
I want to leave this place every moment sooner. This is not where I’m supposed to be.
But, that day, things did not carry out so smoothly.
He was stopped. As he was about to leave the facility. He seriously considered ignoring the voice, but knowing the opponent, even he decided to pause.
“Manager.” The boy says. “Did you want something?”
“Ah, you, you. Sorry about this, but could you come with me for a second?”
The manager is a white-haired, glassed man, the man of highest position in the factory. He’s quite distinguished. He’d never talk to a low-rank like the boy, a mere end of a line. Even the boy only knows his face from the picture on the wall of the factory.
“Well, I’m, just about to leave, so,” the boy says absentmindedly.
“It’s fine, just come with me. It’s a visitor for you. He’s waiting. Come on, quickly.”
The manager grabs the boy’s hand. As he tries to shake it off, the boy notices that the man’s hand was shaking. His face is bloodlessly pale. And he’s minding his wristwatch severely.
The manager is scared of something.
Given no choice, he decided to follow.
They reached a reception office. The only place in this factory where money was invested to furnish the exterior. The smell of coffee wafts from behind the gold-decorated oak door. It was probably made by the waiting guest.
The boy had absolutely no recollections. A visitor? He has no friends that contacted him these days. Just a year ago, so many of his friends had lived under his control, minding his every expression. But now, nobody came to him. Nobody.
Knocking on the door, the manager goes inside. The boy follows.
There, the boy sees the face of a person he most least expected.
“……Chuuya.”
In the waiting room were two people. One was a tall European. Judging by his coat, he may be an officer.
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