Rat Path

Rat Path thirst...

Hungry! The pain had left him numb.

Lyme's arms, bound to the chair, had already begun to swell slightly. After being unable to move for so long, he could barely feel them anymore.

Maybe he was lucky. Maybe some will was giving him a chance to survive. He began repeatedly clenching and relaxing his fists.

The changing pressure in his palms started to drive the blood onward. Once it began flowing, both arms suddenly felt... as if boiling water had been poured over them—a horrifying pain! He did not know whether it was normal, but he knew he had to keep doing it.

He was just a little thirsty. He wanted some water.

He licked his cracked lips and struggled to raise his head, staring into the pitch-black room and wondering if he was going to die here.

He had never imagined this day would come—that he would die in this pitch-black room because of an honest job.

"Has my life's road reached its final stretch?"

There was no montage or recollection of the important events of his life, as there would be in a movie. There was only his consciousness sinking, as if he were about to fall asleep.

The speed of his thoughts began to change, and the pain in his arms eased as well. The discomfort in his body seemed to slowly disappear at that moment, accommodating his desire to "fall asleep."

Once he fell asleep, everything would get better.

Just then, the lights in the room suddenly came on. Lyme was somewhat startled. Had he entered heaven? When he raised his head again, he saw the person he least wanted to see.

"I don't care how much money you want or what you want. Save this man!"

The president of Every Moment had