I Leave It To You, Yamahara

"Gah!" Yamahara's eyes shot open as he got up in a flurry, springing awake as he rolled to his feet, looking around in panic, "Father! Are you alright…"

He choked, observing that he was trapped in a cubic room whose sides spanned a length of four metres. He was neither chained nor were his powers suppressed. However, even if he wanted to, he couldn't break out of it.

"This is…Attributed Region." Yamahara placed his palm on the wall and felt the subtle fluctuations emanating from the latter. He was trapped in a cage of water, one created to hold him still. Even his father struggled to break past the Attributed Region, not to mention him, the current him that is, one that was powerless.

He placed his palm on his stomach, feeling hungry, for his stomach, one resembling Astral World, but for storing blood, was empty. All the blood stored in it had been extracted somehow, leaving him powerless.