Chains.
Deadly and captivating.
Harmful and annoying.
He had tried numerous times to break free from these shackles.
He fought not just the physical chains, but the shackles of his traumas.
But unlike before, nothing simmered.
The only questions brimming up from the depths of his mind were...
"Would anyone truly love someone as selfish as he?"
He grappled with the question of sacrifice, the cost it would demand from his sanity.
Or even more, "Would my friends save me, even when I'm immortal?"
And now, "Will Ames think of me differently?"
As questions bubbled to the surface, threatening to burst through layers of deception, Asahi's gaze shifted from the watery world to the cold dungeon cell.
In just a blink, the sight of...
"Master, Asahi. Wake up!"
A rapid, impatient voice sliced through the stillness.
" Master master master! Hurry up, I'm hungry!" Ames was getting on Asahi's nerves.
