[Are they going to stop, the first man means and Wataru will feel a prick at his neck as he injects him with something. It's incredibly strong, so he'll be able to feel it right away. Dizziness, a drowsiness so heavy it's impossible to fight. The second man is already releasing Wataru's hair and stepping away confidently, and his muffled words will be the last thing Wataru hears before he wakes up.]
Just grab everything you can. We'll go through his things once we get there.
[Chances are, Wataru won't remember much about the next couple times he wakes up. Words are muffled, there are angry, aggressive men shouting things and demanding answers, but none of it really makes sense. He's slapped, shoved, punched, and he's bound with handcuffs to a wall, just in case those "tricks" of his can get himself out of rope. Finally, though, the drug will wear off. Wataru will be hungry, dehydrated, and sore all over his chest and stomach, and his face, just to name a few. He can probably tell from hunger alone that it's been at least a day. Maybe longer.
The room is underground, from how little light there is, and looks like it's part of some abandoned complex, though it's not clear what it was originally used for, or what it's used for now. There's blood on the floor, and it's unclear if it's just Wataru's, or also belonging to someone else.
Standing over his slumped form is the aggressive first man from earlier, who gives Wataru an extra slap to wake him up.]
"You ready to talk yet, or am I gonna have to hit you a few more times?"
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[Are they going to stop, the first man means and Wataru will feel a prick at his neck as he injects him with something. It's incredibly strong, so he'll be able to feel it right away. Dizziness, a drowsiness so heavy it's impossible to fight. The second man is already releasing Wataru's hair and stepping away confidently, and his muffled words will be the last thing Wataru hears before he wakes up.]
Just grab everything you can. We'll go through his things once we get there.
[Chances are, Wataru won't remember much about the next couple times he wakes up. Words are muffled, there are angry, aggressive men shouting things and demanding answers, but none of it really makes sense. He's slapped, shoved, punched, and he's bound with handcuffs to a wall, just in case those "tricks" of his can get himself out of rope. Finally, though, the drug will wear off. Wataru will be hungry, dehydrated, and sore all over his chest and stomach, and his face, just to name a few. He can probably tell from hunger alone that it's been at least a day. Maybe longer.
The room is underground, from how little light there is, and looks like it's part of some abandoned complex, though it's not clear what it was originally used for, or what it's used for now. There's blood on the floor, and it's unclear if it's just Wataru's, or also belonging to someone else.
Standing over his slumped form is the aggressive first man from earlier, who gives Wataru an extra slap to wake him up.]
"You ready to talk yet, or am I gonna have to hit you a few more times?"