Under the azure sky, Asano Kiyoshi watched the huge hand about to cover his face, unable to keep himself from feeling nervous.
Hirako seemed to have seen through Asano Kiyoshi's thoughts. His eyes beneath his Bangs Head looked rather dull as he simply reassured him, "Relax. With us here, you won't die."
Without waiting for Asano Kiyoshi's reply, Hirako placed his hand against the left side of his face. As a slightly chilling sensation spread across his left cheek, Asano Kiyoshi felt as though his consciousness were sinking into an utterly pitch-black ocean.
So cold...
Once Hirako's palm covered his face, Asano Kiyoshi felt as though something inside him had been forcibly ripped out.
As a cold, gloomy breath entered his lungs, Asano Kiyoshi felt a headache coming on. The air around his nose and mouth seemed to turn thick and viscous, leaving him unable to breathe for a moment.
His mind was slightly blank. He tried to focus on something, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not hold on to his thoughts.
After several attempts, Asano Kiyoshi gave up. He emptied his mind and let his thoughts wander. Gradually, gradually, he began to hear some sounds by his ear...
The sounds were familiar, yet somehow strange. Asano Kiyoshi felt a slight weight in his palm, and then, as though startled awake from a dream, he first experienced a sense of weightlessness, followed by his heart pounding violently!
When Asano Kiyoshi finally came back to his senses, he discovered in horror that he was somehow lying atop a desolate graveyard.
And around him stood twisted, grotesque-looking "people"!
In the real world, Hirako clutched his aching palm, an unusual expression appearing on his face. Then he looked toward Asano Kiyoshi. Reflected in his pupils were an endless sea