When he first opened his eyes, all he saw was the sky, surrounded by tree canopies, with not another person in sight. In the summer air, he could faintly hear cicadas. He instinctively tightened his grip on his paper fan. For a moment, he sensed no danger, yet the silence all around him felt far too desolate. There was no sound of another person.
He was Kite Zoldyck. He should have been on a mission, and he clearly remembered that he had almost succeeded. Yet in the next moment, he lost consciousness and ended up here. Was he dead, or had the mission failed? He must have died. This wasn't his family's torture chamber, and there was no one...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
