Nayan jolted awake, his mind still ensnared in the remnants of twisted dreams that haunted his slumber. As consciousness returned, he found himself confined within a cramped space, the darkness pressing in around him like suffocating tendrils. Panic surged through his veins, igniting a primal instinct to break free.
"Help! Someone, please!" Nayan's voice echoed within the confines of the suitcase, desperation lacing every word.
Outside, the voices of his companions drifted to him, muffled yet distinct.
"Is Nayan really in there?" Neato's tone held a hint of disbelief, mingled with curiosity.
Roman's response was affirmative, prompting Neato to swiftly unzip the suitcase, freeing Nayan from his claustrophobic prison. With a gasp of relief, Nayan emerged, his limbs trembling with adrenaline as he sucked in the stale air of freedom.
"Ah, I love the smell of gasoline," Nayan remarked with an odd grin, his eyes flashing with an unsettling intensity.
Kael, ever pragmatic, suggested procuring clothing for their newly liberated companion. However, Roman brushed off the notion, assigning Kael the task of keeping a watchful eye on Nayan.
With the immediate crisis resolved, Neato turned to Roman, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Where to now?" Neato inquired, his gaze searching for guidance amidst the uncertainty.
Roman's response was characteristically succinct: Dorius H2.
END OF CHAPTER 19