After what felt like an eternity of awkward struggling, I finally managed to wriggle out from his iron grip. He had clung to me like his life depended on it, and for a brief moment, I thought I might never escape.
I had to time my movements just right, waiting until his arms loosened slightly, then slipping out as quickly as I could.
As I pulled myself free, I couldn't help but glance back at his peaceful expression, feeling a strange mix of relief and embarrassment.
"Seriously, you're supposed to be the protagonist, and yet here we are," I muttered under my breath. "How do you even manage to get yourself free in these situations?" I asked even though I know he can't hear nor answer me.
Angela's strained voice pulled me back to reality. "Remillia! I seriously need you here right now! Don't make me go back there!" She was still busy dodging the monster's vines, looking none too pleased.
