Nausea

  What if one day, everything in front of you is dark, and you don't even have the strength to open your eyes?

  At this moment, in a certain unknown corner, the blue-purple-haired boy was lying on the ground with his hands tightly bound behind him and his feet also tied up tightly. His entire body couldn't move at all, sticking closely to the floor, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

  He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but when he came to, everything in front of him was dark. He tried to blink, only to discover later that a piece of cloth was covering his face, blocking his view.

  And the environment he is in now is not good either. It's unknown whether it's psychological or oversleeping, but he only feels that the surroundings are cold and cold, with a cool chill surrounding him all the time.

  Can't see, can't move. He tried to use his ears to feel the tiny movements in the environment to identify where he was.

  Visually blocked, the auditory becomes exceptionally sharp. He can hear the sound of fine spring water mixed with the cheerful chirping of birds, the sound of strong wind blowing like crying, and the rolling sand dust and fallen leaves.

  It's probably in the suburbs now... He thought uncertainly, but couldn't be sure if he was still in Kanagawa or not.

  He slightly twisted his body and pressed his ear more forcefully against the corner of the wall, but sensitively discovered a series of heavy footsteps approaching in his direction.

  Here.

  There are roughly two people. The sound of their feet stepping on the ground is different. One is steady and powerful, with a firm step, while the other is hesitant and slightly floating.

  "Hey, you're still not awake." A somewhat sharp voice said, followed by a series of uneven footsteps.

  The young man closed his eyes tightly and tried to relax his body as much as possible. After all, a person who had fallen into a coma would not be stiff like a dead person.

  His heart beats slightly faster and uncontrollably, people search him all over, and finally pat his cheek.

  He made a timely smack of his lips and muttered something in a low tone, as if he was peacefully sleeping in a dream.

  "Hah! Still not awake? This kid is really something, still dreaming in this situation?! A sharp voice had just fallen. A hand touched his cheek, the scrutinizing gaze was stark and unreserved, making one feel disgusted."

  "But this kid is really good-looking, can't tell he's a boy at all..." The person trembled with their voice, their hand even reaching from his cheek to his collarbone, chest...

  How disgusting! He's really too disgusting! The young man was furious and trembling with rage in his heart, but he refused to show even a hint of it on his face.

  He's betting on himself, betting he still has some value to them... The leader won't let his underlings get out of hand...

  But it turned out his judgment was right!

  Another low voice said calmly: "Alright, don't wait any longer and wake him up! He's more useful when he's unconscious!"

  Those hands finally moved away from his body. But those naked, exposed eyes did not move away, staring straight at him, the gaze was so hot that it seemed to scorch his skin.

  The young man's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly arose.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, that sharp voice rang out once again.

  "Hmm, boss, will 07 really come? If this kid isn't that important to him, can we..."

  This man is for real!