The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being a small lamp on the nightstand. Kazuichi lay in the center of the room, his body drenched in sweat, his face twisted in agony as he tossed and turned in the bed. His chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven breaths, as if he were fighting an invisible enemy.
Around him, his friends gathered in tense silence, their faces etched with worry. Ayaka stood closest to him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes never leaving Kazuichi's pained expression. Jurou paced back and forth at the foot of the bed, his fists clenched in frustration. Arisu and Lea sat nearby, exchanging anxious glances, unsure of what to do.
"He looks like he's in so much pain..." Lea whispered, her voice trembling. "I've never seen him like this before."
Arisu nodded, her eyes wide with concern. "What could be causing it? He was fine just a few hours ago."
