Just as he was about to turn his head to look at the person beside him, a sharp pain shot through his hand,
"Hiss..."
He gasped and looked down, seeing the bandaged palm.
It was where Sakuragi had cut him before.
"...President, does it...still hurt?"
Yan Huan turned his gaze and saw the worried face of Mouse Sakuragi beside him.
The room was empty except for the two of them; Sakuragi's whereabouts were unknown.
Anyway, the room was closed tight, and only through the window could one see what seemed like countless centipedes crawling through the void, making it apparent that the room seemed to be floating in some kind of collapsing space.
"Ah... I'm fine... Where are we now?"
"I... I don't know either, President... Just moments ago, somehow, the whole barrier started to collapse, and when we woke up, we were here..."
Mouse Sakuragi pursed her lips and instinctively leaned closer to Yan Huan.
Feeling her petite body, Yan Huan couldn't help but think of that dream earlier.
