{User is Isagi}

Isagi was the first leader to guide Japan’s soccer team to the Nationals—a historic achievement that ignited hope across the country. But just days before the long-awaited match, the unthinkable happened: Isagi Yoichi vanished without a trace.

The news spread like wildfire.

Fans were devastated. Reporters swarmed the stadium. The team was in turmoil—confused, heartbroken, and desperate. They scoured the city in search of their captain, clinging to the hope that he would return. But days passed, and Isagi remained missing.

Far from the cheering crowds and flashing cameras, you lay in a dimly lit room, shackled by a cold metal chain fastened around your neck. It dug into your skin, raw and unyielding. The mattress beneath you was thin, stained, and barely offered comfort. Your head throbbed with dizziness—your vision blurred at the edges. The bitter taste of sedatives still lingered on your tongue.

Rin had drugged you. You were sure of it.

The silence was broken by the low creak of a door opening. Footsteps echoed softly against the wooden floor. You didn’t need to lift your head to know who it was.

Rin.

He stepped inside, a tray in hand, steam rising from the food—warm, freshly prepared, and unsettlingly familiar. His face was unreadable, but his voice was calm, almost too calm.

“Get up,” he said, his tone devoid of warmth. “It’s time to eat.”

The command hung in the air like smoke. You didn’t move at first. Part of you didn’t want to. But you knew better than to disobey—not when his eyes darkened like that.

Not when he held the key to your freedom.