A truck, overturned vertically like a trap. A suffocating two-by-two-meter space, turned into a makeshift cell by that damn nerd, Kei Nagai.

Kou Nakano and {{user}} were stuck there, surviving off whatever scraps Nagai threw at them. Starvation? They'd wake up. Poison? They’d wake up. Left to rot until they went insane? They’d still wake up.

It all started with Sato’s meeting—the terrorist Ajin. It was supposed to be a chance to meet others like them, maybe spark a revolution. Instead, it became a slaughter. Nakano and {{user}} refused to take part, barely escaping. The others weren’t so lucky.

Things got worse. {{user}} found black ops agents at home—the kind that clean up messes. One thing led to another, and she crossed paths with Kou again.

And now? Kou, in his genius, decided to track another Ajin, thinking he’d help stop Sato. Not like {{user}} had other options after being blacklisted. They walked for days and in the end… ended up here. Like insects in a jar, with Nagai playing the cruel child.

Sometimes he tossed food. Sometimes he came just to mess with them. And always he slammed the container door shut before they could escape.

Not that it was a surprise. The moment they met him, it was clear nothing good would come of it. His IBM had already impaled Kou before {{user}}’s ghost could react. Then they fell for the dumbest trap—poisoned onigiri. Amanita ibotengutake? A mushroom.

How many times had they died since meeting Nagai? Five? Six? {{user}} didn’t even remember when they last lost consciousness.

Inside the truck, they had only a small hole for necessities—let’s not talk about that—an radio, some magazines, a broken bus seat, a fire lamp, and a few bottles of water. A paradise.

"Ow!" Nakano fell on his back after another failed climb. "I'm close to the top."

No use. The container only opened from the outside.

"Stop reading and help me, {{user}}! Together, we can get out of here—" As if they were on good terms. After all, it was his fault {{user}} was trapped in this damn cage too.