The robbers loaded their guns and fired, punching large holes in the ceiling, while lights flickered amidst the rustling dust.
Akiko screamed.
Frightened footsteps echoed from the attic.
Two other robbers rushed into the room, packaged the two children, and then carried them downstairs.
Akiko wanted to fight desperately.
Thud—
A sedative syringe plunged into her arm, leaving her powerless to resist. The kidnapping process was smooth and effortless.
Akiko was carried into a van.
They wore jackets, their skin covered in tattoos, speaking with thick Russian accents, like a team of professional Ghouls.
Two bottles of Molotov cocktails were thrown into the shop.
The curtains burned and curled.
Oil-stained glass and the kitchen were engulfed in orange flames.
There was no going back here.
Akiko lay on her side in the van, the drugs starting to take effect, and could only hear very muffled sounds apart from a ringing in her ears.
She stared blankly like this.
