"You... did very well..."
When these short five words drifted into his ears, Yanagawa Masao felt a deep sense of fear and despair within his soul.
As if realizing something, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up at the other person.
The young face was expressionless, appearing rigid and dull, and within those deep, dim eyes seemed to flicker a hint of mockery and a ruthless, cold smile.
"You..." Yanagawa Masao's eyes widened in terror, but as he began to speak, he found he could not make a sound.
In panic, he clutched at his throat and frantically stood up.
However, his body did not respond to his consciousness. He only shuddered slightly and did not manage to stand up or move at all.
The crippling fear of being unable to speak did not subside, and soon there was only a profound sense of suffocation.
Yanagawa Masao looked in terror at the man standing before him, as his deep eyes began to fill with blood, his pupils dilating more and more.