"Hm?"
The blades had been invisible at first. Only when an arm was pushed up into the opening would the pressure trigger them.
If he kept pushing, it would hurt and he would bleed, but he could still reach the key. Kuro gritted his teeth and thrust his arm farther in. He didn't care if he was injured. Compared with dying, it was nothing.
Kuro had kept his other hand out. He didn't believe Chris would be so kind. Sure enough, after he got the key, he found it very difficult to pull his arm free.
The sharp blades were packed tightly together. His arm could move up, but pulling it down would only make them clamp tighter.
If he yanked his arm out, the result would be horrific. The blades might scrape every bit of flesh from it, leaving nothing but bare white bone.
The blades all faced upward. Pulling his arm down would be like scraping it across a row of knives.
Kuro turned to look at Chris. "You old bastard. You're even more ruthless than I am. But I can't blame you. I was careless."
With a rueful sigh, Kuro placed his right hand beneath his left arm and used it to lift the blades. It took some effort, but he freed his arm without trouble. In the end, he made it through unharmed.
It looked complicated, but the solution was simple. Fear just made it hard to stay calm. Most people, upon finding one arm trapped, would shove their other hand in without thinking.
That was exactly Chris's trap. Once both hands were inside, getting them out would be almost impossible. They would have to scrape all the flesh off their arms.
With one hand caught between the blades, the other could lift them and let