Tetsuo lying bound, and Go standing up looking down at him. An enigmatic tension enveloped the office.
Go silently looked away from Tetsuo and looked around. Finding something, he picked it up with his free hand.
It was the duct tape that the robber had thrown on the floor. Go stretched the duct tape and turned back to Tetsuo.
“…Go?”
Tetsuo’s question mark was instantly sealed. Go pressed the duct tape in his hand against Tetsuo’s mouth. Stronger than when done by the robber earlier, with merciless force.
“Mmph!?”
Tetsuo opened his eyes wide.
Go skillfully wrapped the tape around to the back of his neck, winding it double, triple. His lips were crushed again, and even the freedom of breathing was stolen away.
Why? Tetsuo’s brain was filled with confusion.
After finishing winding, Go cut the tape and quietly looked into Tetsuo’s eyes.
“President, I’m sorry.”
His voice was as flat as ever.
“But I can’t follow you anymore.”
Go crouched down and picked up the rope that was binding his hands and feet.
“I’ll take the ransom money. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
At those words, Tetsuo’s entire body froze.
Did he notice? That I abducted that man? That I was planning a kidnapping for ransom?
Go knew and kept silent. And he turned this unexpected accident of a robbery into a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Tetsuo desperately shook his head. Stop it, don’t screw around.
But Go casually rolled Tetsuo’s body over and forcibly pulled his wrists and ankles bound behind his back together.
His body arched backward like a reverse shrimp, his spine creaking and his abdominal muscles cramping.
“Guh…!”
He groaned in the back of his throat, but Go’s hands didn’t stop. Connecting the wrists and ankles with a single rope, he made a tight knot.
Furthermore, he wrapped the rope around his chest, arms, and thighs, binding Tetsuo up elaborately. Tetsuo turned into a lump of flesh that couldn’t even roll over, let alone twist his body.
Overwhelming sense of restraint, enough to make him forget the pain. The desperate pressure of simply “not being able to move” crushed Tetsuo’s soul.
Go pushed Tetsuo’s body with his foot, rolling him next to the still-sleeping manager, into a recessed space in the office. Then, he thrust his hand into the pocket of Tetsuo’s work clothes and pulled out the illegal bank card and smartphone.
The transfer destination for the ransom. And the device to manage it. Everything was stolen.
Tetsuo, with his cheek pressed against the floor, could no longer even think. He just stared blankly up at Go.
“Well then, President, thank you for everything until now. Take care.”
Go raised the corner of his mouth for just a moment, then turned his back.
The office door opened. The sound of rain entered violently, and then it closed.
The sound of a car engine resonated, and the sound of tires kicking gravel faded away. What remained was silence, and two middle-aged men bound miserably.
Tetsuo found even blinking troublesome, and just stared into the void. In the corner of his consciousness, he thought of the warehouse in the distant factory. About that man who should be there.
Is he also staring into the darkness in a place where no one can reach, just like himself right now?
The warehouse in the distant factory. In the dark gloom, this man was also desperately twisting his body.
*Zuzu, zuzu.*
His clothes rubbed against the pillar, making a dry sound.
Summoning every ounce of strength from his student days, he struggled to untie the knots behind his back. But the tiger rope that Tetsuo had wound as hard as he could, amateur though he was, seemed to dig in and strengthen its bind the more he struggled.
His fingertips went numb, and sensation was fading away. The joints of his shoulders screamed, and greasy sweat gushed from his whole body.
“Nnngh!! Nngugh!!”
He screamed under the duct tape, but it reached no one’s ears. Only silence dominated, as if mocking the man’s struggle.
At the end of a long, long struggle, the accumulated fatigue finally exceeded the limit. The man’s movement stopped.
Only rough breathing echoed in the warehouse. Overwhelming sense of vain struggle.
(Why did it come to this…)
The words muttered in his heart vainly melted into the darkness.
Immobile body. Voice that doesn’t reach.
This man, too, was slowly swallowed by the approaching depth of the night and despair.