What he saw was nothing that he might have expected, had he been expecting something. He was in a room that was relatively empty. It looked like an old storage room, perhaps. It was lit by a couple of ordinary light bulbs that gave enough light to the room while still keeping it dark enough to make it look uninviting. He was leaning against a pole, and he started to realise he had been bound. His arms had lost feeling while he was out cold, but now that he had shuffled around a bit blood started to flow again, making his arms tingle.
Right opposite to him he finally saw Noya. Instinctively he tried to get up to go to the boy, who was lying on unconscious on a worn mattress, his arms tied to his back. His own restraints rubbed on his skin and he shuddered.
”Noya,” he whispered.
”Don’t worry about him,” said a new voice.
Asahi turned to look at where the voice was coming from and was met with three smirking men. They looked big and terrifying standing next to him, and he had never felt so helpless and small in his life.
”Finally you’re awake,” the third man said. ”We’ve been waiting.”