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Raindrops swept away by the wipers continued to pound against the windshield.
The air inside the car was heavy and stagnant. Tetsuo, sinking into the passenger seat, stared blankly at the dark scenery flowing past the window. Go, gripping the steering wheel, also stared straight ahead with his mouth set in a grim line.
Go was his junior from the university judo club and had supported Tetsuo since the company’s founding. Even Go had no choice but to fall silent in this situation.
The scene at the bank they had just visited was burned into his memory. The branch manager’s cold gaze. The words “It is difficult to provide any further financing” echoed in his mind.
The company’s cash flow was reaching its limit. The equipment investment, which was supposed to be the glorious turnaround, had completely backfired.
“…Sorry.”
Tetsuo leaked the word like a groan. But perhaps drowned out by the sound of rain, there was no reaction from Go.
—There is still a chance.
On the way here, he had mailed a single envelope. Once that arrived, enough money to repay the debt would be transferred.
Tetsuo told himself this over and over. It was to protect the company, to protect the employees. The sound of the turn signal echoed like the heartbeat of an anxious heart.
Entering a mountain road, the number of streetlights decreased. It was then that he felt the urge to urinate.
“Go, sorry, but could we stop somewhere? I need to use the restroom.”
“…Understood.”
Go responded briefly and turned the wheel toward an old gas station just around the next curve. It seemed to be closed for the day, but the lights in the office were on.
“I’ll be right back.”
Tetsuo jogged to the office and opened the door. Stifling humidity and the smell of oil assaulted his nose.
“Excuse me, could I use the restroom?”
He called out, but there was no reply. Suspicious, Tetsuo started to head further inside, but his feet stopped dead. In the back of the office, in the shadow of a desk, a man was lying on the floor.
An elderly man in work clothes—the manager of this station, perhaps. His hands were bound behind his back, his legs tied at the ankles with rope, and duct tape was plastered over his mouth. Whether asleep or unconscious, the man’s eyes were closed, and he showed no sign of moving.
“Wha—”
Tetsuo gasped and stepped back. Behind him, Go opened the door and entered.
“President, what should we—”
Go, too, noticed the man on the floor and lost his words. It was at that moment. A door, likely leading to a break room in the back, opened, and a shadow loomed.
A large man wearing a balaclava. In his hand, a dull-shining knife was gripped tight.
“Don’t move. Hands up.”
A low, crushed voice resonated. Terrified by the intimidation radiating from the man’s entire body, Tetsuo’s legs froze. From his blatant appearance, it was immediately clear that the man was a robber.
The robber picked up a rope that was lying on the desk and casually tossed it toward Go.
“You. Tie him up.”
The tip of the knife was pointed at Tetsuo.
Tetsuo glanced at Go out of the corner of his eye. The two of them were once renowned in the judo club. Even if the opponent had a weapon, if they watched for an opening and lunged, they could subdue him.
Tetsuo made eye contact with Go. He tried to convey his intention: *’We’ll take him when the moment is right.’* However, Go slowly picked up the rope, as if ignoring Tetsuo’s gaze.
“…President, please put your hands behind your back.”
“Hey, Go…?”
Go’s eyes were eerily quiet, making it impossible to read what he was thinking. Was his emotion paralyzed by fear?
Urged by the robber’s gaze brandishing the knife, Tetsuo reluctantly turned his back. Go’s hand grabbed Tetsuo’s wrists. The force was merciless and carried heat.
The rough rope was wound around his wrists, tightening relentlessly against his skin.
*Gyu, gichi.*
“Guh…!”
It was so tight that Tetsuo involuntarily let out a muffled groan. The sensation of the rope digging deep into his flesh, stealing the freedom of his wrists. His pulsing blood vessels were compressed by the rope, throbbing heavily.
Go’s technique was brutally skillful. Tetsuo’s wrists were fixed in the blink of an eye, rendering him unable to move anything but his fingertips.
“Tie his legs together too.”
Go obeyed the robber’s order submissively.
Tetsuo was made to sit, collapsing onto the spot. Go grabbed Tetsuo’s ankles with his thick fingers and roughly pulled them close. The muscles of his thighs tensed and trembled.
Just like his wrists, the rope tightened around his ankles with a grinding sound. Only the creaking of the rope and the men’s rough breathing echoed in the oil-smelling room.
Tetsuo looked at Go’s face. Go’s face was expressionless. He just silently carried out the task like a beast hunting its prey.
—Why? Why is it necessary to tie me this seriously? This is an obstinacy beyond acting.
Intense pressure assaulted his ankles, a heavy weight running through them like unbreakable iron shackles. A restraint tight enough to make bones creak.
“Good. You too. Hands behind your back and lie face down.”
The robber spoke coldly to Go, who had finished tying Tetsuo.
Go showed no sign of resisting and lay face down on the spot as told. His sturdy back was exposed as he moved his hands behind him.
The robber tied Go’s thick wrists with practiced hands, then roughly bound his ankles as well. Furthermore, he picked up the duct tape lying on the desk and roughly slapped it onto Go’s mouth.
Finally, he turned toward Tetsuo.
Adhesive tape was pressed onto the mouth of the defenseless Tetsuo as well. His lips were sealed, and breathing instantly became difficult. The taste of rubber spread inside his mouth.
*Mmmph!*
Tetsuo screamed in the back of his throat, but it became nothing more than a muffled, beast-like sound.
After tying up Tetsuo and Go, the robber began to ransack the room again. He opened drawers everywhere, throwing valuable-looking items into a boston bag. Tetsuo and Go could only watch in silence.
Having mostly finished scavenging the room, the robber then thrust his hands into Tetsuo and Go’s pockets and pulled out their wallets.
“Tch, there’s barely anything in here.”
Clicking his tongue after seeing the contents of the wallets, he pulled out only a few bills and threw the wallets onto the floor.
Shouldering the boston bag, the robber walked toward the office exit. *Snap*, the office lights went out, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. And then, the sound of a car engine faded away into the depths of the darkness.
Silence remained. Only the sound of rain resonated louder than before.
In the darkness, Tetsuo twisted his body. His bound arms rubbed against the hard concrete floor.
He looked at Go. In the dim light, he saw that he, too, was shaking his body. He was moving his arms bound behind his back, up, down, left, and right, his thick muscles rippling. Eventually realizing that his wrists wouldn’t slip out of the rope, he started rubbing the rope with his fingers. But the rope dug firmly into Go’s skin, and it didn’t look like it would come undone just by rubbing. And that was the same for Tetsuo.
The wall clock was ticking away time. *Tick, tock.* The hands were about to point to 10 PM.
—How did it come to this?
The heavy sensation from the daytime revived in Tetsuo’s mind. The lukewarm flesh and the resistance when he pinned it down. The groans and rough breathing. Karmic retribution. Such words crossed Tetsuo’s mind.
Every time he put strength into his limbs, the merciless rope dug into his skin. The inescapable bind shook his brain, bringing a helpless sense of entrapment. The humiliation at the bank, and now, the reality of being tied hand and foot, gagged, and rolled on a cold floor.
Tetsuo glared at Go rolling next to him. If only you had handled things better, we might have avoided this situation.
Perhaps giving up on untying the rope, Go face-planted and stopped moving. Anger, impatience, and the fact that his physical freedom was stolen mixed together, gradually eating away at Tetsuo’s consciousness.