Masaru's head ached as he came to, his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him. He blinked, feeling disoriented and confused. Where… am I? For the first time in a long while, he felt clear-headed, sober even. Slowly, he tried to move, only to realize he couldn't. His arms were pinned behind him, his legs strapped to a chair. The tightness of the restraints dug painfully into his wrists and ankles.
"What… what happened?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse. Memories started trickling back in fragments. He remembered the heat of anger, the reckless pull of the trigger, the figure of Ryo Harada shielding Hana… and then the blaring sirens of the police. The police… He groaned, recalling the arrest. "It's been… days, maybe?" He couldn't tell for sure, his days since that night blurring together.
