𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡Chapter-54♡

Third point of view.

You slowly blinked into consciousness, your head throbbing with a dull ache. The soreness in your neck and shoulders made itself known the moment you tried to shift, only to realize that you couldn't move.

Your arms were pinned to your sides, wrists bound tightly behind the back of a chair. A rough rope dug into your skin, and no matter how much you struggled, it wouldn't budge.

This was bad. Really bad.

And all credits went to that idiot.

But where was he?

The last thing you remembered was seeing him drop to the ground after that bastard Ran swung at him with a metal rod.

Your breath quickened as you tried to peer around the dimly lit room, but the only source of light was a flickering bulb hanging a few feet away. Shadows swallowed the rest of the space, making it impossible to tell if you were alone.

You let out a muffled grunt of frustration, biting down on the cloth tied around your mouth. Your body stiffened instantly as footsteps approached. A figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the dim light.

Lavender eyes gleamed in the dark, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as he took in your bound form.

Izana Kurokawa.

He let out a low chuckle, eyes flickering over you. "You're finally awake," He mused. "Did you have a good sleep?"

You fought against your restraints, arms straining against the ropes as muffled curses left your covered mouth.

Izana tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. "It's no use," He said, voice light, almost teasing. "My men tied you up well enough. You're not getting out of this."

He took a few more steps and crouched in front of you. "You must be wondering why you're here, hm?" He waited for a response, only to let out a small sigh when he noticed the cloth around your mouth.

Shaking his head slightly, he reached forward, fingers brushing against your skin as he pulled the gag down.

The second your mouth was free, you snapped. "Fuck you! What the fuck do you want from me?"  Your voice was hoarse.

Izana's grin widened, eyes glinting with amusement.

"And just what have you done with Keisuke?! Where is he!?"  You demanded, voice sharper than before.

Izana hummed, tilting his head slightly as if considering your words. "Baji Keisuke," His lips curled into a smirk. "Don't worry, he's been taken good care of."

Your body tensed. The way he said it sent a sickening wave of unease through your stomach.

Izana glanced over his shoulder before lazily calling out. "Mochi. Bring him in."

A heavy silence followed before the door creaked open.

Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the broad figure of the guy step inside. And in his arms was Keisuke's limp figure.

Mochi barely spared you a glance before stepping forward and carelessly throwing Keisuke to the ground beside your chair.

Your breath hitched.

His face was battered, streaked with dried blood, a fresh cut splitting his lower lip. His usually tamed hair was tangled, dirtied with sweat and blood. Thick ropes bound his wrists behind his back, and even unconscious, his body twitched slightly, as if still fighting even in his unconscious state.