I slowly and cautiously, open my heavy eyelids, awoken by the sight of the ethereal capsules enveloping me. Transparent and delicate, they seem to hold the essence of life within their green-tinted fluid. As I gaze around, I realize that these capsules, identical to mine, are scattered throughout the room, each occupied by a suspended human. The wires, like intricate spiderwebs, stretch across their bodies, connecting them to the myriad of machines that emit a cacophony of beeping sounds. It is a surreal scene, both mesmerizing and disconcerting.

The air in this sterile environment is heavy with a peculiar scent, a blend of antiseptic and anxiety. The white-coated individuals, rushing from one place to another, clutching documents with fervor, appear tense, their brows furrowed with purpose. Their presence seems to add to the ominous atmosphere that hangs in the air.

In the distant corner of the room, a cry of pain shatters the eerie silence. It reverberates through the otherwise calm space, a haunting reminder of our collective destiny as mere test subjects, trapped in this purgatory of physical and psychological suffering.

Since the day they imprisoned me here, my consciousness has been my loyal companion, etching each moment of agony into my very being. It's a relentless cycle of torment -- physical, mental, and emotional. Each day brings new horrors, and yet my spirit refuses to surrender.

As I lay suspended in the confines of my capsule, the sound of my own harsh breaths fills my ears, a symphony of desperation. I can no longer even swallow my own saliva, a simple act of normalcy denied to me. Trapped within my own body, I am a prisoner of this cruel experiment.

Suddenly, two figures clad in white approach my capsule, their intentions veiled behind their stern expressions. The first man, scribbling fiercely on the paper in his hands, speaks with an air of authority.

"He's conscious, isn't he?" he demands, as if seeking confirmation.

The woman, her voice betraying a hint of trepidation, responds, "Yes, he is. We don't know why or how yet."

Fear intertwines with curiosity as I listen to their exchange, eager for answers, for a glimpse of hope within their words. The first man, relentless in his pursuit of knowledge, bombards them with a barrage of questions, searching for the elusive truth.

"What's his status? How long will he take? Has there been any specific changes in his form, structure, or appearance?" As their dialogue unfolds, I strain to catch every word, every nuance, desperate to piece together the puzzle of my existence. The woman's voice quivers as she struggles to provide the answers he seeks, her fear melding with mine.

Unable to contain his frustration, the first man hurls his disappointment at her, his voice thundering with anger. He storms away, leaving a trail of resentment in his wake. The woman, left behind, trembles with a newfound determination to find the answers, to fulfill her role as a researcher.

In the midst of this chaotic symphony, my thoughts drift to the world beyond this sterile chamber. It has been nearly a decade since I first entered this timeless realm. Has the world outside changed? How does it feel to breathe fresh air? I am consumed by a longing, a fierce desire to escape the confines of this mechanical prison.

My musings are abruptly interrupted as three figures gather in front of my capsule. The first man, now revealed as Fujikawa Yami, exchanges words with the woman, their voices hushed but laden with concern. I strain to catch the details of their conversation.

"How is he?" Fujikawa Yami queries, his tone a mixture of authority and genuine worry.

"His heart rate has been dropping continuously since yesterday," the woman responds, her voice tinged with anxiety.

My heart rate plummeted into an abyss, my consciousness slipping away like smoke dissipating into the air. Darkness swallowed me whole, leaving me floating in an empty void, detached from reality.

"Sir, should we dispose of him?" The second man's voice broke through the void, laden with hesitation and uncertainty.

Disposed of? Why? Confusion mingled with a cocktail of emotions - anger, fear, and a glimmer of relief. Each emotion fought for dominance within the recesses of my mind, a chaotic battle with no clear victor.

"Why would I? He's the only glimmer of success within this wretched laboratory. If you dispose of him, I'll dispose of you. Understood?" Mr. Fujikawa's piercing gaze bore into the second man, his words igniting an undertone of danger.

"Y-Yes, sir. Sorry..." The defeated man bowed his head, surrendering to the weight of Mr. Fujikawa's authority.

Days melded into each other, a ceaseless cycle of observation and experimentation. For three hours a day, they dissected my existence, probing and prodding, like I was nothing more than a lab rat.

In the depths of this labyrinthine facility, I found myself questioning our purpose. Who are we? What is their endgame? And why do they subject us to this never-ending torrent of suffering?

Another week passed with agonizing slowness, indistinguishable from the countless that came before it. Time itself morphed into an abstract concept, swirling beyond my grasp. It's been ten years. A full decade trapped within these sterile walls, yet I couldn't be certain if it was morning or night. Time became a shadow, flickering in the crevices of my fractured memories.

Mr. Fujikawa approached my confined capsule once more, flanked by a group of white-coated individuals. They moved with a sense of purpose, their fingers dancing across keyboards, manipulating the machinery with surgical precision.

"Today is your day, 03." Mr. Fujikawa's towering figure loomed in front of me, his hands buried deep within his coat pockets.

My breath hitched, an adrenaline-fueled surge of anticipation rising within me.

I tried to speak, to express the tumultuous mix of emotions churning inside me, but only feeble bubbles escaped my lips.

As the wires released their grasp on my body, leaving behind vacant holes, the verdant fluid that enveloped me began to recede. With each drop, I felt an awakening, a reunion of my senses. Tingling sensations coursed through my fingers, my feet, my entire being. Gasping for air, I craned my neck as the last vestiges of the green fluid retreated, and life surged back into my veins.

"Look at him...!" Mr. Fujikawa's voice dripped with satisfaction as the final remnants of the fluid drained away.

The capsule opened wide, and I found myself stumbling to my feet, muscles protesting in protest. A searing agony gripped my body, emanating from the labyrinthine network of hollow openings that riddled my being. It felt as if twisted knives relentlessly pierced through each cavity, overwhelming me with excruciating torment. Collapsed on the cold floor, I lay paralyzed, the pain rendering me immobile.

Amidst the anguish, a voice emerged, breaking through the chaos.

"It's all right. That pain will subside soon." Mr. Fujikawa took a step forward, his touch a balm against the sea of agony. He gently patted my head, offering an odd contrast to the suffering ravaging my body.

Summoning every ounce of determination, I mustered enough strength to utter a vow, each word a battle with searing pain.

"I-I will make... you pay for this...!" Despite the torment, my unwavering resolve pierced through the layers of agony.

Mr. Fujikawa turned around, momentarily captivated by something else. His attention diverted, he commanded his companions, his urgency filling the room.

"He can speak... ? Quick! Get my documents! We need to record this-" His words were abruptly silenced by a deafening sound reverberating through the facility. The ground trembled under the weight of the eruption, ripping through the peaceful facade of the laboratory. Panic engulfed the others, their worried glances exchanged as they rushed towards the exit, desperate to investigate the source of the commotion. In that moment, it was only Mr. Fujikawa, the mysterious girl, the enigmatic figure in the adjoining capsule, and me left in the room.

As I stood there, observing the tense scene unfolding before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Dimly lit by the glow of the screens and the flickering lights above. The air was heavy with anxiety, each breath filled with uncertainty.

The sound of Mr. Fujikawa's voice broke through the silence, his tone filled with urgency. "Do you think it's them?" he questioned, his eyes fixed on the door. The girl, who had been staring intently at the entrance, turned to face him, her expression a mix of fear and hopelessness.

"I wish not," she replied softly, her voice tinged with worry. Her words hung in the air, lingering, as we all contemplated the magnitude of the situation we found ourselves in.

With a determined resolve, Mr. Fujikawa immediately took command. "Retrieve all the data from this facility and transfer it to the main server. We have no time to waste!" His voice was filled with urgency as he and the girl swiftly began their work, their fingers dancing across the keyboards, desperately trying to secure our only chance of escape.

And there I stood, caught between the chaos and my own internal struggle. In that moment, I questioned whether now was the right time to make my escape. A mixture of fear and anticipation coursed through my veins. Could I even walk? The pain in my body, a constant reminder of the horrors I had endured, threatened to immobilize me.

Summoning the last ounces of strength within me, I braced myself and attempted to stand. Miraculously, I managed to rise, a surge of determination overriding the ache in my legs. Every step felt like a heavy blow, but the desire for freedom propelled me forward, one painstaking step at a time.

Mr. Fujikawa's attention momentarily shifted from the screens to me. "Where are you going? Stay right here, and we'll protect you," he pleaded, his gaze fixed on the massive display before him.

I couldn't ignore his words any longer. "I don't want protection... I need freedom," I declared resolutely, my voice filled with an unwavering determination. I continued to move forward, letting each step be a testament to my longing for a life beyond the confines of this facility.

"What? Thinking of escaping? We're the reason you're alive!" Mr. Fujikawa's desperation seeped into his voice, his declaration echoing through the room. I halted in my tracks, turning to face him, my eyes burning with a fierce resolve.

"You call this a life? I would rather be dead than endure this existence! Every day is torture! Memories of freedom haunt me relentlessly! It's as if I'm being consumed by hell!" My words reverberated throughout the room, filled with anguish and longing.

A moment of silence hung heavy in the air as Mr. Fujikawa's fingers ceased their dance across the keyboard. Slowly, he turned his head towards me, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Y-You have memories? You never ceased to surprise me!" he stammered, the shock evident in his voice. This revelation seemed to have caught him off guard, forcing him to reconsider everything he thought he knew about me.

In that moment, the girl tore her gaze away from the screen, briefly glancing at me before returning to her task. Mr. Fujikawa gestured towards her, urging her to pay attention.

"You know," he began, his tone shifting, "I can give you your freedom back. But there's one condition—you'll have to work for us." His arms spread wide, encompassing the facility around us.

"Work for you? Ha! Do you think I've lost my mind?" I scoffed defiantly, resuming my arduous journey towards freedom.

He clenched his fist, his resolve hardening. "In that case, we'll have to use force," he threatened, his voice laced with determination.

The sound of metal cracking behind me caught my attention, causing me to swiftly turn my head. Mr. Fujikawa was holding a gun-like object that emitted lightning-like energy. Panic coursed through me as he prepared to strike.

But in a twist of fate, a dagger intercepted the lightning projectile, causing it to scatter throughout the room in a brilliant display. My eyes shifted towards the door, following Mr. Fujikawa's gaze.

There, three shadowy figures advanced towards us. As they drew nearer, the dim light illuminated their faces. Three girls stood before us—one with dark blue hair and blue eyes, and the other two nearly identical, their brown hair framing their striking blue gaze.

"The Veiled Guardians. I was expecting your visit, but isn't it too early for this?" Mr. Fujikawa remarked, his tone surprisingly relaxed, as if he knew what would transpire next. The girl at the machine began frantically typing on the keyboard, racing against time.

As the three hooded figures closed in, their presence radiated an aura of mystery. The tension in the room heightened, anticipation thick in the air.

"Looks like your research has been paying off, sir?" the blue-haired girl spoke, her voice laced with curiosity. Her gaze shifted, alternating between Mr. Fujikawa and me.

Suddenly, the two brown-haired girls took a step forward, their movements too swift for my eyes to track. Before I knew it, a piercing scream filled the room, piercing through the chaos and landing directly in my ears.

I turned my head, my heart pounding, only to witness the white-coated girl, the doctor's assistant, with a knife plunged into her stomach. One of the brown-haired girls held her captive, her face devoid of emotion, detached from the pain unraveling before her.

Helplessness washed over Mr. Fujikawa as he watched his assistant gasp for breath, unable to alleviate her agony. The weight of his choices, the consequences of his actions, finally hit home.

"Anything important regarding your research, Mr.?" the blue-haired girl inquired, stepping closer to Mr. Fujikawa, who remained motionless in the corner.

A sly smile adorned his face as he taunted, "001, the first subject of this experiment. I see you've grown stronger than before. Mind if your father wishes for a hug?" The irony of his words hung in the air, a testament to the twisted relationship between them.

In a split second, the girl identified as 001, dashed towards him with lightning speed. With a powerful kick to his core, she sent him crashing into the wall, his body collapsing under her strength.

Mr. Fujikawa's weak groan reverberated through the room. The impact had left deep cracks in the once sturdy wall, bearing witness to the violence that unfolded before my eyes.

Confusion gripped my mind like a vice as I grappled with the gravity of the situation.

Should I intervene? Were these newcomers enemies or allies?

The weight of the decision paralyzed me, rendering me motionless as I stood, rooted to the spot, analyzing the chaotic scene unraveling before me.

Girl, known as 001, raised her hands, poised to deliver the fatal blow. My eyes widened in disbelief as a sword materialized above her, its ethereal form gleaming with an otherworldly power. Time seemed to slow as anticipation hung heavy in the air, the impending strike threatening to shatter the fragile balance of the room.

Just as the sword was about to descend upon Mr. Fujikawa's vulnerable head, the jarring sound of clapping shattered the tense atmosphere. It reverberated through the room like a crack of thunder, commanding our attention and redirecting our gaze towards the door.

A masked man stood tall, leaning against the door frame with an air of undeniable authority. His very presence commanded attention, his eyes hidden behind the cold facade of his disguise. It was as if the room had become his stage, and we were mere players in his twisted production.

"002? I'm glad you're here-!" Mr. Fujikawa, his voice filled with relief, called out to the masked man, now identified as 002. Before his words could fully escape his lips, they were abruptly silenced as the sword descended upon him, severing his life with a swift and merciless stroke. Blood sprayed forth in a crimson arc, painting the room in a macabre display of chaos and violence.

The masked man continued to clap, his tone laced with sadistic delight. "Ah, such an exquisite performance," he remarked, his words dripping with a perverse satisfaction.

The two partner-clad girls, having successfully disposed of the coated girl, now prepared themselves for the impending battle. As the tension escalated, the lines between friend and foe blurred, leaving me in a state of profound uncertainty.

001, the girl who had wielded the deadly sword, took charge, her orders delivered with an unwavering authority. "054, take this man and get out of here," she instructed one of the brown-haired girls with a sense of urgency. "055, we'll buy them time," she directed the other, their obedience swift, their loyalty unquestionable.

The masked man, his sadistic glee not yet extinguished, vehemently proclaimed, "No one's leaving!" He charged towards me, his malevolence practically tangible. I tracked his movements with my eyes, but my body remained unresponsive, trapped in a cocoon of helplessness. The two girls, sensing my vulnerability, positioned themselves protectively in front of me, their determination unwavering.

It was in that moment that I knew where my loyalties lay.

The masked man approached, engaging the girls in a dangerous battle of wills and weapons. Their strikes clashed and echoed throughout the room, each movement a testament to their formidable skill. Yet, amidst the chaos, I caught a glimpse of the masked man's sinister smirk, his eyes fixated on me with a chilling intensity.

In an instant, he vanished, leaving behind only whispers of his presence. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I frantically searched for any trace of him. But my efforts were in vain; he had merged with the chaotic battlefield, his cunning allowing him to slip through the cracks of awareness.

Instinct kicked in, and I swiftly turned my head to dodge, just in time, but there was nothing behind me. My intuition urged me to roll to the side. As I did, a small explosion erupted, accompanied by a gust of wind, where I had been sitting just moments before.

Relief washed over me, but the masked man wore an evil smile, his eyes conveying his twisted pleasure, even through his mask.

"Oh... You dodged it? How exciting!" he taunted, clenching his fist and charging at me once again.

The masked man, known as 002, moved with a blinding speed, his figure a blur as he charged straight towards me. The intensity of his actions was magnified by the piercing blue glow emanating from his eyes, a reflection of his twisted intentions. As his evil smirk etched itself deeper onto his face, he launched a powerful fist towards me, his iron knuckles aimed to strike my very core. But before his blow could land, 001, the valiant warrior with her shimmering white sword, swiftly intercepted and parried.

"055, now!"  001 commanded, her voice resolute and filled with unwavering determination.

In a breathtaking display of agility and grace, 055, who had been silently perched on the ceiling, dove down with twin daggers gleaming in her hands. Yet, as her blades met the man's impenetrable defenses, it became evident that his grotesquely disguised fists were not just ordinary, but made of hardened iron. Their clash created explosive shockwaves that rippled through the environment, causing debris to scatter and tremors to reverberate throughout the room.

In the face of this formidable adversary, my body shook with a mixture of fear and determination. Though I longed to contribute and play my part in this battle, my limbs felt weak and unsteady, as if weight down by the sheer intensity of the situation.

Struggling to stay on my feet, every breath I took felt heavy, as if the air itself was laced with uncertainty and danger. The room seemed to close in on me, the walls pressing against my back, urging me to act, to make a difference.

And then, at that pivotal moment, 001, the warrior with unwavering resolve, flies backward as she defend herself from the man's attack. With a burst, she flew towards the line of ominous capsules that lined the walls, shattering them into a tempest of glass fragments that glimmered in the air. Meanwhile, 055 and 054 relentlessly pressed their assault on 002, their every move a testament to their indomitable spirit. Yet, it became painfully clear that the masked man possessed an overwhelming strength and abilities that far surpassed their own.

Time seemed to stand still as the weight of the situation pressed upon me. I couldn't remain a bystander any longer. I had to take action, to help them escape this nightmarish scenario. For my freedom depended on it.

As 001 regained her footing and 054 and 055 gasped for breath, I watched as 002, the masked man, leaped backward, his feet effortlessly sticking to the wall. With a wicked smirk adorning his face, he aimed himself parallel to my position. A chilling realization washed over me:

The girls alone would not be able to protect me this time. 002 descended upon me, his movements reminiscent of a diving bullet, fist poised to strike my chest.

Summoning every ounce of strength I possessed, I waited for the perfect moment, my heart pounding in my chest. In that split second of synchronized timing, I seized his wrist, swiftly rotating my body with a swift fluidity I didn't know I possessed. I throwed him on the ground. The masked man, taken aback by the sudden reversal of events, bounced off the floor, his surprise etched onto his face.

But this small victory came at a great cost. My legs gave way, once again betraying me, and I found myself sinking to my knees, the pain coursing through my body like an unrelenting wave.

"You...! A worthy opponent, at least!" exclaimed 002, his voice a mixture of begrudging admiration and frustration. As I stared at him, my eyes never leaving his form, the girls behind me labored to catch their breath, their indefatigable determination evident in their weary yet determined gazes.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, 002 extended his arms, his gaze fixed upon the ceiling. His voice dripped with temptation and allure.

"Ah, 03, won't you come with me? With our power, we can conquer the world! I can give you the freedom you crave! What do you say?" His hand extended towards me, offering a handshake, a dangerous proposition that hung in the air.

Peering out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at 001, who subtly nodded, her gaze filled with determination and a plan. It seemed that she had insight into this perilous situation.

Slowly, deliberately, I raised my hand, poised to shake his outstretched hand.

"That's it! Come o—!" His words were abruptly snuffed out as I swiftly pulled him closer, forcing him to contend with my incoming attack head-on. My fist traveled through the air like a guided missile, connecting forcefully with his face, launching him over a nearby wall. In that fleeting moment, as he hurtled through the air, something tugged at my shirt, and I was forcibly dragged out of the room, away from the chaos that ensued.

As we navigated the labyrinthine hallways, chaos reigned supreme. The once pristine floors now lay adorned with the fallen bodies of those dressed in white coats, their faces etched with a mix of terror and determination. The air was heavy with the scent of shattered glass, broken bricks, and the faint residue of small explosions. In the distance, a resounding boom accompanied a wave of flames that surged towards us, threatening to engulf everything in its path. It felt as if my feet barely touched the ground as I was pulled along, propelled forward into the unknown.

Finally, we emerged from the facility, and I was unceremoniously deposited onto the cool grass outside. A mixture of exhaustion and relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh, as if releasing all the tension that had built within me.

How I had longed for the simple pleasures of sitting on the grass, feeling its gentle caress against my tired body...

There, I remained seated, my gaze fixed on the burning facility, now reduced to nothing more than smoldering ruins and fading embers. The flames danced in the darkness, casting an eerie glow upon the surrounding landscape, a haunting reminder of the battleground that once stood. As I looked up, the vast expanse of the starry sky unfolded before me, a breathtaking sight that brought a slow smile to my face, a shy reflection of the newfound freedom that coursed through my veins.

In that moment, I understood the true meaning of freedom.

The tranquil atmosphere of the night was shattered by the unexpected arrival of two mysterious figures. Emerging from the shadows, their hoods concealing their identities, the flickering glow of the burning facility illuminated their faces. One was a boy, his dark, tousled hair falling messily around his face, while the other was a girl with flowing, golden locks that danced in the breeze.

With a burst of infectious energy, the girl skipped towards 001, her voice brimming with excitement and mischief.

"Hey, hey! We did an amazing job planting those bombs, didn't we? RIGHT?!" she exclaimed, her words laced with a contagious enthusiasm that filled the air.

Before the girl's exclamation could sink in, the boy intervened, his tone gentle yet firm.

"Hey, Haru, let her rest," he said, his voice carrying a sense of authority that demanded attention. All eyes turned towards him, waiting for his next words.

A sheepish grin spread across his face as he scratched the back of his head. He chuckled, breaking the tension that had momentarily enveloped the group.

"Oops, did I call you by your name? Hehe... My bad," he admitted, his playful demeanor melting away any lingering tension. But amidst the lightheartedness, a subtle sigh escaped the 001 lips as she gathered herself and stood up.

With her gaze fixed on me, spoke with a sense of purpose and curiosity.

"This is 03, the only conscious subject in this facility. I didn't expect to find him in such a small laboratory," she stated, her voice holding a mix of intrigue and wonder. With measured steps, she made her way towards me, extending her hand in a gesture of friendship.

"Wanna join us?" she offered, her voice a blend of genuine curiosity and camaraderie, carrying the weight of untapped adventures.

Caught off guard by the invitation and the sudden turn of events, I hesitated, uncertain of how to respond. The weight of my freedom hung in the balance, and the swirl of emotions within me threatened to overwhelm.

"I-I... Uh..." I stammered, my mind racing to make sense of it all, to navigate the uncharted territory that lay before me.

The boy interjected, his voice dripping with persuasion as he laid his eyes on 001.

"I guess it's okay. We don't like to force things on people, do we?" he chimed in, his words resonating with a sense of respect and empathy. But that sentiment was met with a firm and resolute response from 055.

"We should, though. We can't let him wander around," she asserted, her tone imbibed with a commanding certainty.

Haru, ever the optimist, injected her perspective into the conversation.

"Why not? I mean, he looks like a kind person to me," Haru reasoned, her gaze lingering fleetingly on me. And it was 054 who further added to the discourse.

"He landed an attack on 002. Not once, but twice," she emphasized, gesturing towards the numbered figure.

Before I could fully grasp the weight of their words and their implications, the boy, identified as 020, rushed towards me. His grip tightened forcefully on my shoulder as he shook me with determination.

"That—002? Hey!" he exclaimed, his fervent excitement palpable in his voice.

"Ouch-ie-ie-ie! Ouch!" I winced as a surge of pain shot through my body, his grip causing discomfort and rendering me momentarily speechless.

In the aftermath of the commotion, 001 took a moment to explain to 020.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were such a fragile man—ow!" Haru's swift slap to the back of 020's neck ended her sentence, silencing any further protests.

"Don't mind him. Why don't we build some trust? Let's introduce ourselves? What do you think?" Haru suggested eagerly, clapping her hands together with childlike enthusiasm, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

As the cool night air enveloped us, 055 voice crackled in the atmosphere. "Sounds good to me,"

Ayame's voice resonated with an undercurrent of excitement, her words carried away by the whispering wind. "That's right! That's right!" Her agreement echoed through the night.

020 mustered the courage to speak his mind. "I'm not—" He tried to protest, but the sting of another slap silenced him, leaving a throbbing ache at the base of his neck.

Attempting to quell the rising despair, he sighed, resignation clinging to his words. "I don't have a choice, do I?" He knew in his heart that his fate was sealed, like a bird caught in the merciless grip of a predator.

Fear twisted his words as he hurriedly conceded, eager to avoid further physical retribution. "Ah-! Don't! On it! I'm on it!"

001 stepped forward, her eyes reflecting determination and a deep sense of purpose. "I'll go first. My name's Ayame, subject 001. The first subject of this experiment. The commander of Veiled Guardians. Looking forward to working with you." With each word, she vowed to uphold our shared mission.

"Veiled Guardians... Funny name, isn't it?" 020 innocent remark was met with another slap from Ayame

"By the way, I'm Kaito. Subject number 020, the 20th subject of this experiment. I'm an expert when it comes to building structures! I can see through the walls! Powerful, isn't it?" With a cheeky wink and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he reveled in his ability.

055, never one to mince words, corrected him, "Correction, he just sees the structure behind walls, nothing else." She effortlessly exposed Kaito's embellishment

"You-!" Kaito's words interrupted by 055

"I'm Hayuki. Subject number 055. The 55th subject of this experiment. Daggers are my expertise. Throwing or slicing, if we're talking about daggers, leave it to me," Hayuki declared boldly, exuding an air of confidence in her craft.

Not to be outdone, 054, with her shy voice "I-I'm Yumi. 54th subject. I'm also a dagger specialist."  She also explains that Hayuki and herself, shared a deep bond as twin sisters, their unspoken connection strengthening their resolve.

Haru, the embodiment of fiery enthusiasm, introduced herself with a touch of pride. "And as you know, I'm Haru. Subject number 110. Explosives are my thing! Bombs are my babies! I'm also the cutest member of this group, Tehee~" Her voice lilted with confidence and mischief as she demonstrated her cuteness by squeezing her cheeks with each index finger.

Finding it hard to swallow Haru's self-proclaimed title, Kaito couldn't help but mutter under his breath. "Cute? Cute my nose." Unfortunately, his whisper wasn't as discreet as he had intended, echoing through the tension-filled air.

Eyes narrowing and fists clenched, Haru's anger ignited like a blazing inferno. "What did you say?" Her voice was laced with a seething determination, her gaze piercing through Kaito's facade.

Caught in a precarious situation, Kaito's eyes darted anxiously between each of us, seeking a lifeline. "N-Nothing! I said nothing! Guys, did you hear anything? Nothing, right? Right??" His voice trembled with panic, a testament to the imminent danger that loomed over him.

Taking her mischievous cue, Hayuki couldn't resist further provocation. "He said you look like a nose," she teased, relishing in the frenzy that unfolded.

Flushed with anger and her face masked by a fiery visage, Haru closed the distance between them, her threatening step forward fueling Kaito's survival instincts. Desperate to escape her wrath, he bolted, his instincts kicking in like a wild animal desperate for freedom.

"No, I didn't! I swear! Save my neck—Ow!" Kaito's plea for salvation was interrupted by a sudden jolt of pain. Amid the chaos, Ayame, always calm and composed, interjected with a question, severing the tension like a knife through parchment.

"And you? Do you remember your name?" Her voice, laced with a hint of mystery, enveloped me, pulling me deeper into this enigmatic world.

With a flutter of nervous excitement, I answered. "Uh, I do. It's Kazu." Gazing at each of them, a flicker of hope ignited within me. "So, what is this experiment all about? C-Can you explain it to me?" Uncertainty laced my words, longing for clarity and understanding.

As Ayame's voice wove through the night,  "This experiment pushes the limits of both physical and mental abilities of humans. As you witnessed earlier, we are no ordinary humans. We were created as weapons."

Hayuki's words cut through the air, their sharpness laced with a bitter undertone. Her voice trembled, mirroring the intensity of the emotions that welled up inside her.

"In experiments, there are always the failed ones. And we...we are one of them," she said, her voice quivering with a blend of anger and sorrow.

Yumi, her voice filled with a mix of trepidation and a glimmer of hope, interjected, "But after enduring all the torture, it felt like a tiny glimmer of hope, didn't it? A chance for salvation."

Kaito, his gaze piercing through the darkness, stood tall with an unwavering determination. "That's precisely why this group exists," he declared, his voice brimming with resolve. "To destroy every single one of their despicable laboratories, and save those who are still trapped within them."

Unable to tear my eyes away, I noticed a noticeable lump on Kaito's neck. My curiosity got the better of me and, almost instinctively, my gaze fixated on it.

"Hey, don't look at my neck!" Kaito protested, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness coloring his voice.

However, amidst the tension, Haru's voice broke through, offering a sense of reassurance. "Ayame saved every single one of us," she said, her tone calm and soothing. "And now, here we are, standing together as survivors."

As I listened to their words, a whirlwind of thoughts started to swirl within me. I couldn't help but wonder about my own abilities, about the very essence of my existence. What was I truly capable of? Was there more to me than met the eye?

And then, it hit me. The numbers. They were etched into our very beings, our identities. As a wave of uncertainty washed over me, I couldn't help but voice my confusion, seeking answers from the group.

"But...why is my number only two digits?" I wondered aloud, desperately hoping they held the key to the mystery.

In that moment, silence enveloped the room as they pondered my question. Their brows furrowed, a testament to their collective concentration, as Kaito stepped forward to provide an explanation.

"Allow me to elucidate. It's a straightforward concept. This new model of the experiment has limited the number of subjects to 99. You, my friend, are the third one," Kaito proclaimed

Hayuki, her words laced with a hint of irony, chimed in. "Well, that makes sense," she said, tapping Kaito's head playfully. "Sometimes, I forget you actually have brains."

Swatting Hayuki's hand away, annoyance mingled with amusement in Kaito's voice as he exclaimed, "Oh, shut up! And hey, don't you dare touch me!"

Gently, Ayame's voice regained its calm composure, extending a hand of invitation. "So... are you joining us?" she asked, her tone filled with warmth. "I promise not to limit your freedom, but as one of the survivors of this experiment, it is our responsibility to put an end to this madness."

With conviction, Haru added her own reassurance. "Indeed! You can live freely within this group," she exclaimed. "In fact, I have my own tavern in the kingdom of Silverstone while pursuing my dreams at a knight's academy!"

"W-Wait, a kingdom?" I stammered, confusion clouding my mind. "Is there really such a place in the year 2023?"

As my eyes darted around, searching for any clues that could make sense of my own question, Haru furrowed her brow, attempting to connect the dots herself.

"2023? Is that some kind of subject number, too?"

What is happening here? I murmured

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, I turned to Ayame, hoping she held the key to unraveling this intricate tapestry of confusion.

"It's alright, you can come with us" Ayame reassured me, her voice firm yet calm. "You can decide about joining later. For now, let's focus on finding the answers we seek."

Yumi, her eyes shining with enthusiasm, piped up. "I promise to introduce you to a myriad of delicious foods!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.

Hayuki, unable to contain her own anticipation, jumped in, voice brimming with fervor. "And wait 'til you see the blacksmiths in the kingdom! They're incredibly skilled at forging exquisite swords and daggers!" A droplet of saliva threatened to escape her mouth, evidence of her genuine enthusiasm.

With a mischievous grin, Kaito, despite the swelling in his neck, couldn't resist chiming in. "And if it's love you seek, count on me to guide you in the right direction. Just ignore the swelling," he added, wincing in pain.

Amidst the banter and laughter, Haru rolled her eyes, playfully admonishing Kaito. "Oh Kaito, whatever. Anyway welcome aboard Kazu!"

Taking control of the situation, Ayame concluded, her voice radiating a sense of authority. "Rest up, everyone. We're leaving in the morning. Our journey to unlock the mysteries that await us begins then."

As I cautiously surveyed our surroundings, a sense of awe washed over me. We found ourselves in the midst of an untamed wilderness under the gentle illumination of the moon's rays. Towering mountains stretched out behind us, forming a majestic backdrop, while dense forests enveloped us on all sides. The air was thick with the earthy scent of vegetation, and the distant sounds of wildlife added a symphony of nature to the serene ambiance.

As our group ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, we forged ahead, driven by a shared purpose. Setting up camp became our top priority, and each of us undertook specific responsibilities. Kaito and I were tasked with securing our evening meal, while Hayuki and Yumi scouted the area for any potential threats cunningly concealed amidst the tree branches. On the other hand, Haru and Ayame skillfully arranged our sleeping arrangements, ensuring our comfort amidst this unfamiliar landscape.

As Kaito broke the silence, sweeping aside the grass obstructing our path, his curiosity sparked a conversation. "Hey," he began, "is it true that you managed to land a decisive attack on entity 002?" His inquisitive gaze locked with mine, awaiting my response.

For a moment, I hesitated, unsure of how to frame my modest achievement. "Y-Yeah," I stammered, "it was more luck than anything else."

Kaito's eyebrows arched in surprise, "Eh? I see. Anyway, how is your body holding up? The pain has subsided, hasn't it?"

His question prompted a sudden awareness of my own physical state. "Yeah," I replied, my hand instinctively pressed against my chest and stomach, seeking reassurance.

With a reassuring smile, Kaito gave me a thumbs up "I'm glad to hear it" he replied warmly.

Together, the two of us successfully caught a wild boar, a feat that filled us with a sense of accomplishment. Returning to camp, our comrades had worked diligently to create a semblance of home in this remote wilderness. A makeshift shelter made from an assortment of leaves stood tall in one corner, and the comforting crackle of a well-constructed campfire emanated from the opposite direction. Eagerly awaiting Hayuki and Yumi's return, we ceremoniously prepared our meal.

As the night progressed, we sought refuge beneath the leafy shelter, though it barely provided enough headroom. Unable to sleep, I seized the opportunity to gaze up at the night sky, the twinkling stars evoking a sense of wonder within me. Each flickering light seemed to hold untold stories, inviting contemplation and introspection. The more I pondered, the more the questions swirled in my mind—why had I been transported to this world resembling a bygone era, and what awaited me in its depths? A tinge of longing gripped me as I wished for the familiar comfort of a cellphone, a connection to the life I had left behind.

With a lighthearted chuckle, I resigned myself to the unknown. Closing my eyes, I embraced the rest that beckoned, eagerly awaiting the adventures and challenges that lay ahead in this mesmerizing new world.

"Kazu! Wake up already!" Haru's voice gently rouses me from my deep slumber, coaxing me back to reality. I reluctantly peel my eyelids open, only to be greeted by Haru's face peering down at me. She's always the early bird, ready to seize the day, while I feel like I could sleep for decades.

As I finally manage to sit up, I take in the scene before me. The group is bustling around, making preparations to leave. What catches my attention is their attire today. They are not wearing the hoodies. Haru dons a fierce black warrior dress, with a belt-like structure adorning her chest and neck. Ayame, also wearing a black dress accentuated with iron plates resting on each of her shoulders. Hayuki and Yumi, as usual, are almost identical in their choice of clothing, both clad in matching gray cloaks. And then there's Kaito, strolling towards me in his commanding suit-like attire, resembling a seasoned general.

Kaito tosses a gray shirt my way, interrupting my thoughts. "Here, take this," he says with a hint of urgency in his voice. I glance down at my white suit, the same one I wore inside the facility.

Yep, I can't go anywhere looking like this.

"R-Right... Thanks," I respond on his tos

He flashes a quick smile before turning his attention to Ayame and the others, assisting them in tidying up the area. As we begin our journey, I slip on the shirt Kaito provided, blending in with the group. We venture deeper into the forest, and I find myself taking in the vibrant details of our surroundings. The wind whispers in my ears, rustling the leaves that dance and sway around us. Birds chirp merrily above, their wings gracefully cutting through the air. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting a mesmerizing pattern of dappled light on the forest floor. The sound of water gushing from the nearby river adds a soothing melody to the symphony of nature.

In this moment, I wish for this peacefulness to last forever.

After half a day of walking, we finally reach the imposing gate of the kingdom. Towering stone walls loom before my eyes, guarded by armored sentinels. People mill about, bustling in and out of the gate. The clanging of metal emanates from the nearby swordsmiths' workshops. The air is alive with the sounds of animated conversations, joyous laughter, and the rhythmic rumble of carriage wheels against the cobblestones. It truly feels like a medieval kingdom, a world beyond my wildest imagination.

Am I really here, in another world?

As we step through the gate, the wooden and stone structures of the town come into view. I stand there, motionless, my eyes darting around, trying to absorb every detail. It's like stepping into a living painting, a tapestry woven with vibrant colors and bustling energy.

"Come on now! The town's market is right there!" Haru urges, pointing in a direction while simultaneously pulling me forward.

Hayuki shouts from behind, "Hey! Don't leave me behind!" and dashes after us, her enthusiasm contagious.

Yumi chimes in, her voice meek yet determined, "M-Me too..." and she follows suit.

The three of them drag me along, their excitement palpable. I steal a glance over my shoulder, catching Ayame and Kaito's radiant smiles as they wave at me. In this moment, I can't help but feel a flicker of hope, a glimmer of the freedom that awaits me.

Well, I guess I can savor this taste of liberation for now.

We strolled leisurely, exploring each stall that caught our eye.

"Say 'Ahh'~" Yumi playfully beckoned, holding a delectable piece of bread.

"Ah~" I complied, taking a bite of the bread.

"Wonderful, isn't it?!" Yumi exclaimed, her excitement palpable.

"Hey, hey! The blacksmith is over there!" Hayuki pointed energetically, tugging at my shirt.

"Stop pulling him! We're not finished eating!" Yumi countered, pulling my shirt in the opposite direction.

"H-Hey, you two, stop!" I pleaded, caught in the middle of their alternating pulls. "My shirt might tear in half-" And without further ado, it split right down the middle.

"Oops~" Yumi and Hayuki chimed in unison, holding the torn shirt, leaving me shirtless in the middle of the street. Passersby couldn't help but stare.

How embarrassing!

I could hear Haru sighing by my side, though her face bore a bright smile. "Come on, let's buy him some new clothes."

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good," Hayuki chimed in.

"Okay!" Yumi exclaimed, taking the lead. And so, I wandered the streets, shirtless, with 50% of my skin exposed.

And they act like they did nothing...

At the cloak store, Haru presented a brown cloak and a grey shirt. Hayuki joined in, holding the same colored pair. "This one's better," she declared. Yumi, not one to be left out, protested, clutching another set of identical pairs. Now, they all turned their gaze to me, awaiting my decision. "T-They're all the same," I hesitantly replied.

"No, they're not!" Hayuki retorted. "No, they're not!" she repeated

Why did she have to say it twice?!

"We're waiting!" Haru insisted.

"I mean, they're all exactly the same! Either one will do!" I replied, bewildered, as I glanced back and forth at the three identical sets of cloak and shirt.

Haru let out a defeated sigh, while Hayuki raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I've got this!" she exclaimed, clenching her fist as she approached the counter. "I'll take all three sets of shirt and cloak, please!"

"Whoa! Problem solved!" Yumi cheered, admiring her sister.

"Hehe!" Hayuki chuckled, chin held high, hands on her hips.

I stepped out of the store donning the first set of cloak and shirt.

"So, where are we off to next?" Yumi inquired, scanning the surroundings.

"I wish I could join you guys, but I need to get back to the tavern," Haru replied, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. Yumi, we need to help those kids again," Hayuki interjected, gesturing towards Yumi.

"Kids?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yes, we're assisting an orphanage near the outskirts of this town," Hayuki explained.

"Want to come with us?" Yumi asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Uh, maybe next time," I replied.

"W-Why? There's plenty of delicious food there! Sister Kaira's cooking is like magic!" Yumi exclaimed, her excitement contagious.

Food truly is her weakness.

"I've decided to wander around a bit and familiarize myself with this environment," I explained.

"O-Oh, okay then," Yumi replied, turning her head to Hayuki.

Hayuki let out a sigh. "It's alright," she reassured, patting Yumi's head.

"See you two around!" Hayuki called out as they waved their hands while walking away.

"Bye-bye, Yumi, Hayuki!" Haru shouted, waving enthusiastically.

"Heading to the tavern?" I inquired, turning to Haru.

"Yep, I'm going to check how things are going there. And you? Where are you planning to go?" she asked, her gaze fixed on me.

"I don't know, I just want to get more familiar with this place. So I guess I'll wander around," I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"I see. Catch up with you later then. If you need any help, just make your way to the tavern," she pointed towards the straight path ahead, where a small fountain stood in the center of the town.

"Take care!" she said before taking a step. "Oh, and don't let your shirt tear again. Tehee~" she added, walking away.

E-Eh?

"A-Alright..." I let out a wry smile as I watched her walk away.

As I stood there, pondering my next move, my gaze fell upon a display board in front of one of the houses. The structure was made of sturdy stone, with wooden walls and a quaint wooden sign hanging above the door frame. "Guild?" I mused aloud, the word triggering thoughts of tasks and quests in video games. "What in the world? Am I somehow inside a game or an RPG?"

Curiosity piqued, I directed my attention to the announcements pinned on the board. There were various tasks listed, ranging from catching thieves to protecting carriages transporting goods. There was even a request for help from farmers facing bandit threats, and reports of missing teenagers scattered throughout the kingdom. Each query was marked on a map fixed beside the board.

"Adventurer from far away, I presume?" a soft voice chimed in behind me. I instinctively turned my head to find a girl with striking white hair standing before me. Her fiery red eyes were fixed on the board, and she wore a similar cloak to mine, with a white shirt peeking out from underneath. A sword rested at her hips.

I simply stared at her for a moment before returning my gaze to the board, until she spoke again. "Looking to make some coin? I'd recommend this one," she said, pointing her index finger at the farmlands. "It's just a bunch of bandits, and with a seasoned adventurer like you, it'll be a cakewalk."

Seasoned adventurer? I barely even know what that means. Heck, it's my first time venturing into the outside world, and to top it off, it's not even my own world!

"Uh... Well, I guess I'll go with that one," I replied, accepting her recommendation.

I mean, I do need to earn some money while enjoying my newfound freedom.

And with that, Ayame's invitation lingered in my mind.

"Lucky you, I'm heading to the same quest," she added, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Eh? Does that mean we'll split the reward?" I inquired.

"Yup. Besides, I've already claimed that quest, so no one can come after it except for me and whoever I choose to bring along. But don't worry, I'll let you have the entire reward for this task," she reassured, her tone oozing persuasion.

I see. She's not exactly helping me; she's seeking help herself, but in a rather unique and professional way. It's a win-win contract.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, come on. Don't be so blunt. You almost sound mad," she replied, her smile unfaltering. "Anyway, it's about this," she said, pointing to the missing persons' cases.

"What about it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"My sister... She's been missing for half a year now, but I know she's alive," she declared, placing a hand over her heart and closing her eyes. "I can feel it."

Suddenly, it hit me like a bullet.

Could there be another underground facility here? But that doesn't make sense, considering the Veiled Guardians are currently stationed in this kingdom. The question is... How long have they been here?

"So, I'm searching for an ally, because searching on my own for all these months has gotten me nowhere. Are you in?" she asked, her gaze fixed on me.

I could see the determination shining in her eyes. "I-I'll do my best," I responded.

She quickly nodded in gratitude. "Thank you!" her voice filled with appreciation.

"I-It's nothing. By the way, how could you tell I'm an experienced adventurer?" I inquired, examining my own attire.

She didn't hesitate to answer. "The cloak," she clarified, pointing at mine.

"The cloak?" I repeated, searching for something special about it.

Could there be some kind of stamp or seal the three girls put on it?

"Yeah, the cloak," she affirmed. "It's made of high-quality fabric that's flame-resistant. It's lightweight, yet it provides the protection of three layers of leather combined," she explained. "Mine is the same."

"Is it really that good?" I asked, gazing at my cloak with a wry smile.

"Uh-huh. And it's incredibly too costly. I could only afford to buy two pairs in the past few years," she admitted.

My wry smile widened as I heard her words.

Huh? So it's actually that good? But still, Hayuki bought me three pairs like it was no big deal... I'll have to thank them later!

And so, our adventure began as we set foot on the bustling streets of the kingdom. The vibrant sounds of merchants calling out their wares and the pleasant aroma of street food filled the air. I couldn't help but be curious about the young woman who had entrusted me with her quest, even though I didn't know her name yet.

"Why are you taking this quest if you're searching for your missing sister? Do you think there's a connection between the two?" I inquired, trailing behind her.

"Uh-huh," she replied, glancing back at me. "I've been investigating the missing cases for months, but the clues on the map contradict what the witnesses have said. Most of them claim to have seen the person walking near this farmland before their disappearance."

"So, you suspect that the bandits are behind these abductions?" I clarified.

"Yes, exactly! They're the main danger lurking in the kingdom's outskirts, like pirates haunting the seas," she explained.

As we walked through the streets, our conversation continued, and we made our way towards the western outskirts of the kingdom. The sun began to set, casting a golden glow on the surrounding landscape, where lush crops spread out before us, with the majestic mountains forming a stunning backdrop. A tranquil atmosphere pervaded the area, unaware of the bandits' sinister activities.

I couldn't help but wonder if these bandits were part of a larger scheme, perhaps even connected to underground facilities. It was a 'must' to inform Ayame, and this girl... oh I forgot to ask her name

Turning to the girl, who was gazing at the mountains and the setting sun, I ask, "By the way, what's your-" she interrupted me with a smile. "It's Ayaka. I've been waiting for you to ask all this time."

Feeling slightly embarrassed, I chuckled and scratched my head. "Sorry, I'm not accustomed to interacting with people."

Ayaka glanced at me before returning her gaze to the mountains. "No need to apologize. It's not a big deal. So, here's the plan!" Determination and energy filled her voice as she outlined her strategy.

Time passed quickly, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself perched quietly on the roof of a nearby barn. Ayaka positioned herself on a nearby tree, a little distance away. Suddenly, the sound of rustling bushes caught my attention, and I noticed four figures closing in from behind the barn.

Should I wait a little longer? No, I can't afford to waste any time.

Swiftly and silently, I leaped from the roof and landed behind the bandits without making a sound. With lightning speed, I grabbed one of them, covering his mouth, and pulled him away from the others. Once we were at a safe distance, I released him and attacked before he could utter a word.

"Hey, where's Grien?" one of the bandits shouted from a distance.

Keeping my head low, I swiftly returned to the others, purposefully moving through the bushes to remain concealed.

"What's that?!" one of the bandits exclaimed in fear as I maneuvered through the bushes, preventing them from seeing my movements.

With a sudden dash, the man stumbled backward, falling to the ground. "Ah! Argh! H-Help-!" he cried out as I caught hold of his leg and rendered him unconscious in the bushes. Leaving him there, I made my way back to the remaining two bandits.

"What the heck is that?!" one of the men said, his voice trembling.

"Leave this to me. Go back to our camp," the other man commanded.

"All right!" the frightened bandit replied, dashing toward the trees.

Mission accomplished. Everything was going according to plan.

Or so I thought, until a face appeared from the bushes. "Boo!" the man exclaimed, grabbing hold of my face and lifting me off the ground. But it didn't take long for me to free myself, kicking him away with surprising force. His feet slid on the ground from the impact of my attack.

"Oh? That's no ordinary kick," he remarked, rubbing the dust off his chest where my strike had landed. "Same goes for your grip." I responded, stretching my neck from side to side. In the moonlight, I caught sight of a tattoo on his shoulder.

578...could he be a subject? I knew it! I had to warn Ayaka! Our plan to tail one of them back to their camp was a mistake. She was in danger!

As these thoughts raced through my mind, I turned my gaze between the man and the direction where Ayaka was hidden in the trees.

"Thinking of running through the trees? Ah, you're concerned about that girl, aren't you?" he taunted mischievously before charging toward the trees.

"No! Face me head-on, you coward!" I shouted, dashing after him.

The bushes rustled wildly as we unleashed shockwaves with every step, racing toward the trees.

He was fast. I could keep up, but I couldn't gain the upper hand.

Just as we closed in, a volley of arrows from the dense trees sped toward the man with remarkable speed. Caught off guard, he could only dodge them one by one, slightly slowing his pace.

Now was my chance!

Summoning all my energy, I leaped straight at him, taking advantage of his distraction by the arrows.

He noticed me, but it was too late to evade. I seized his neck, slamming his head into the ground with explosive force. The impact created a thunderous sound and a gust of wind that continued to sweep the area.

He attempted to rise, but I swiftly crushed his head beneath my boot, causing the ground to tremble and a cloud of dust to billow from the impact.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on innocent people!" I growled, my words erupting like a thunderous shout, while I surveyed his lifeless body sprawled at my feet.

Now, Ayaka remained to be rescued...

Before I plunged into the woods, a collection of scattered arrows on the ground piqued my curiosity.

Were these Ayaka's arrows or from another faction? No, I needed to secure Ayaka first. These missing cases were no ordinary matter.

I picked up a medium-sized rock, gripping it tightly, and hurled it with all my might. It soared through the air, leaving a trail of swirling wind in its wake, traversing the kingdom.

I hoped you guys would notice it.

With swift determination, I darted through the trees, tracing Ayaka's path amidst the branches, pathways, and hidden nooks. I skillfully utilized the expansive tree branches, leaping from one to another, tripling my speed compared to traveling on the ground. After a series of agile leaps, flickering lights caught my attention.

I silently observed the camp from a vantage point, hidden in the shadows of the trees. White tents dotted the area, each corner illuminated by bright bulbs. Bandits roamed about, forming a protective ring around the camp. I noticed that some of them bore numbers on their shoulder, while others did not.

I couldn't be certain if Ayaka was inside. I couldn't recklessly barge in.

After observing for a while, my gaze locked onto a group of bandits holding an unconscious Ayaka, accompanied by a man in a white coat who approached them.

There you are!

But before I could intervene, a voice from a distant tree called out, "Got ya!" My head snapped in the direction of the sound, locking onto a masked man hurtling toward me at lightning speed, a wicked smile glinting in his eyes. "Now, fight!"

"You—!" I exclaimed, swiftly assuming a defensive stance to block his incoming attack.