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The One Who Passed Away
墨書 Inktalez
In the golden morning light, the young boy widened his eyes and gazed toward the distant sea.
Fine particles of dust separated the once-clear path of light from the hues of water and the sounds of waves, isolating it to a realm beyond time.
A purely beautiful personal world.
The pure beauty of a personal world.
The boy gently curled his lips into a smile, quietly acknowledging the endless expanse filled with radiant light.
...
On the soft straw, a figure stirred slightly until her consciousness began to slowly return, and she gradually opened her eyes.
"My head hurts so much..." Ueno Jun propped herself up with one hand while reaching back to touch her sore head with the other.
Soon, she felt a sticky sensation on her palm that puzzled her. When she brought her hand in front of her eyes, she discovered it was a patch of semi-coagulated blood.
"Oh my God!" Ueno exclaimed involuntarily, instinctively covering her mouth with one hand. Her eyes widened as she stared at the bloodstain on her other hand, then she abruptly lifted her head and anxiously scanned her surroundings.
A circular room with a three-meter-high ceiling, everything was yellow—Thatched Roof, Thatched Roof, all Thatched Roof. Even the ceiling seemed to be covered with a layer of Thatched Roof; there was no visible door, and apart from the light streaming in, there was nothing else.
What on earth is happening?
Ueno desperately questioned herself.
By the way, I had arranged to meet Kazuya in front of the station, but I was delayed a few minutes because of my makeup, so I hurried all the way there. Behind the residential area was a small path, and after hesitating for a moment, I decided to go in; there were hardly any people around. Just as I was turning the corner—
Yes! Just as I was turning the corner, a dull pain suddenly struck my head, and everything went black.
Thinking back, someone must have attacked me on the road.
Ueno confirmed her recollection. But why was she here now? Had she been kidnapped?
Ueno trembled in fear, curling her body up as her heart raced wildly. Tears welled up in her eyes, and the golden haze before her seemed to block her from thinking further. After a brief moment of calming herself down, Ueno slowly relaxed her body.
As if recalling something, Ueno looked around and realized that her small handbag was missing.
She sat up and searched again but found nothing. Her phone and everything else were inside it. Ueno sighed in disappointment, then thought that whoever had kidnapped her must have taken those things.
Scenes from movies she had watched before suddenly flashed through her mind—women being kidnapped, calling out for help, only to attract the attention of their captors. That man who looked incredibly fierce would throw a punch…
Ueno shivered at the thought. She decided to remain calm for now and slowly stood up, carefully moving forward. Each step on the soft straw caused it to sink slightly, as if trying to grasp her ankles.
The rustling sound beneath her feet was faint yet particularly jarring.
As she got closer, Ueno clenched her hands tightly and hesitantly reached out to touch what she could only describe as a "wall" made of soft straw. It felt similar to what was beneath her feet.
Taking a deep breath, Ueno pushed against the soft straw with all her might but still couldn’t move anything aside.
Her hands slowly moved to the side, pressing against another layer of "wall," but it wouldn't budge. Was it really a wall? Probably.
Ueno felt a sense of urgency; she wanted to find a door, but it seemed that there wasn't even a proper wall here.
She searched desperately, but every time she pushed hard against the surface, she found nothing.
Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she looked up at the ceiling, which was about three meters high. A heavy sense of disappointment enveloped her.
Huff—huff—
She was certain she had pushed against the entire "wall." There was no door here at all!
The tears she had been holding back finally burst forth.
Suddenly, she realized something: throughout the entire process, aside from the sound of her own movement causing friction with Soft Straw, there was no other sound in this place.
"Help!—"
"Help!—"
She shouted loudly, casting aside her earlier worries about attracting her captors. The enclosed space intensified her fear.
Yet, apart from her own voice, there was not even an echo; this place felt increasingly empty.
Leaning against Soft Straw, she slowly slid down to the ground. "Kazuya, please save me..."
The murmuring voice quickly faded into the air.
Matsushita Kazuya glanced anxiously at his watch, then shifted his gaze back to the elevator doors.
"You can't be serious, rushing like this all the way?" Zekawa Yuji, who was waiting for the elevator with him, remarked impatiently as he noticed Kazuya checking the time again.
Kazuya shot him a glare. "Idiot, if I get back late today, Junya will definitely be upset."
"Junya, Junya, is there anyone else in your eyes besides Junya? You've even lost your girlfriend," Zekawa teased.
Kazuya swung a fist at him, but Zekawa dodged playfully, clearly a familiar routine between the two.
"I'll explain it to you again; I didn't leave Xiao Chun behind. Didn't I just send Tongshan to pick her up?"
"What kind of sincerity is that? You left someone hanging and didn't even apologize in person. It's outrageous! You're about to get married and still act like this; I really feel sorry for Miss Ueno."
Zekawa's words inadvertently struck a chord with Kazuya.
Indeed, he was on the verge of getting married yet still acted so irresponsibly.
Kazuya chuckled self-deprecatingly. "There's nothing I can do; she didn't bring her phone. I'll explain it to her later."
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