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[His head hurts.
He's smelling more different scents than he could count, and he's sure that it's not Yokohama. He's somewhere in the countryside.
The last thing he remembers is himself being on a stakeout. It was a simple task, simple and boring.
It was too simple for the Agency and this made the whole job suspicious.
Atsushi opens his eyes, but the light is too sharp and blinding, he can't look around.
The light...it's warm. It's the sunlight. The place where he is has windows.
Does it mean this time he wasn't kidnapped? Was it an accident, or...?
A door opens, someone's footsteps fill the air with dust. Atsushi sneezes and opens his eyes again.
Should he know who this young, blond man is? Or why did he captured him? He can't remember.
There are bars on the windows, their shadows streak the light with darker lines.
The monthly kidnapping of Nakajima Atsushi.
This is what he thinks of while he nods to the Monthly Kidnapper and waits for the answers of his many questions.
He can't stop sneezing.]
He's smelling more different scents than he could count, and he's sure that it's not Yokohama. He's somewhere in the countryside.
The last thing he remembers is himself being on a stakeout. It was a simple task, simple and boring.
It was too simple for the Agency and this made the whole job suspicious.
Atsushi opens his eyes, but the light is too sharp and blinding, he can't look around.
The light...it's warm. It's the sunlight. The place where he is has windows.
Does it mean this time he wasn't kidnapped? Was it an accident, or...?
A door opens, someone's footsteps fill the air with dust. Atsushi sneezes and opens his eyes again.
Should he know who this young, blond man is? Or why did he captured him? He can't remember.
There are bars on the windows, their shadows streak the light with darker lines.
The monthly kidnapping of Nakajima Atsushi.
This is what he thinks of while he nods to the Monthly Kidnapper and waits for the answers of his many questions.
He can't stop sneezing.]
