Chapter 141 - The Inertia of the Void

​The passage of time inside Aibek's bedroom had lost all logical sense. For the brunette, day and night were nothing more than subtle variations in the density of the shadows projected onto the wallpapered walls of his Tokyo room. Exactly three full days had passed since the last time he had consented to bring a bite of food to his mouth. Three days of a voluntary, silent fast born not from a conscious hunger strike, but from an apathy so deep and devastating that the simple act of chewing or swallowing felt like an impossible mountain to climb. Physical hunger had been the first thing to vanish, replaced by a constant cold that originated in the center of his stomach and spread slowly through his limbs, numbing his muscles and dulling his thoughts.