He seemed to feel the gaze of him that made his blood boil more than the blazing sun.

He clenched his fists and leaned forward with his long arms.

He imagined that he could land gracefully on the surface of the water like a bird, but in fact his body was as dull as wood and did not obey him. The moment he plunged into the water, his panicked hands danced, and the water rushed into his mouth and nose. He swirled in the water in a panic, unable to even tell where was the bottom and where was the surface.

In the midst of the suffocating chaos, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his body with nowhere to put it and quickly pulled him out of the water.

Without time to pay attention to the laughter that came with the air, he clinged to the shoulders of the man who was holding him, his legs wrapped around the waist like vines, and coughed heavily.

"Don't be afraid......," said in a tone that seemed to laugh in his ear, "it's like a little rabbit." ”

He blinked his blurred eyes and looked up at him.

The man took off his swimming goggles and shook his hair, his long eyelashes were lowered by the droplets, his narrow and deep eyes were half-squinted, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, but there was no malice.

"If you don't let go of me, we're both going to drown here." Sayaro pinched his ears as if he really had a pair of rabbit ears.

He shyly let go of his hands, and in order to show that he was not weak, he stretched out his arms and swam to the side, thinking that his freestyle position was very handsome. But immediately his calf twitched, and the pain hit his entire leg like lightning, and his body slid uncontrollably into the water. He hurriedly turned his head and tried to grab the outstretched hand of the person behind him, but the scene around him instantly turned into a brightly lit room, and deafening sound waves rushed from all sides.

The hot spring bath was misty, his body was also soaked in water, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a figure leaning over in the psychedelic light.

The man's neck-length blond hair was combed back to the back of his head, his silver-gray suit was half-open, his shirt was soaked, the flesh/color was looming, and his whole body exuded an ascetic and sexy smell; His slightly drunken eyes were gloomy, like a thunderstorm brewing in the sky, one hand propped up at his side, and the other hand firmly restrained his hands.

"I warned you not to stalk me, not to try to investigate me, Helo. What are you doing here? Think it's fun? ”

His abdomen was met with a semi-hard burn, and his leg was crushed by his knees, and he couldn't move.

"Brother...... I like you... I don't want anyone else to touch you! ”

The smile of the prostitute at the door was piercing, and he couldn't stop shouting, as if he was going to pour out his whole heart.

"Get out!"

His face was slapped hard and stabbed hotly. What was even more stinging than this was Sayero's cold expression.

"You are not allowed to step into such a world."

The man got up from the water and dragged him off the ground. He clenched the other man's hand, and tears rushed one after the other, running down his cheeks and into his mouth, salty.

"But that's your world."

When...... Has this ever happened?

Why don't I remember saying it to you?

The love that is buried deep in my heart and rots in my stomach......

He opened his mouth in the nightmare, and a stream of salty cold water poured into his mouth, and suddenly fell into darkness in front of him, but he suddenly woke up, and instinctively groped around in the darkness to the hydraulic pump, and turned it on with force.

The nutrient solution that soaked the body dropped rapidly, and the lid above his head made a spurting sound and flipped up.

Helo crawled out of the dormant pod like a dehydrated fish, leaning against the wall, his hands and feet slippery, his eyes blackened, and he barely stood firm in the spherical dormancy pod for a while.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a dark darkness. The sleep pod was silent, he blinked, he couldn't see anything, there seemed to be no one around, as if he was floating in the boundless space, banished in nothingness by eternity, and every breath of air could taste the loneliness of the bone.

This terrible delusion caused him a little panic for the first time in a long time.

Although his memory is long gone, he will never forget the countless nights of confinement in the orphanage before he met Sayero.

"Lone wolf, Ando, nightingale!"

As he approached the doorway and fumbled for the gate, he turned on the light on the mechanical watch, but for some reason, it flickered a few times before it failed.

The response to him was only his own echo. They swayed exponentially between the walls, hitting his eardrums, making him feel like an echolocation bat.

Touching the round gate switch, his heart finally became more steady.

They should rest normally in the living quarters, after all, no one likes to be soaked in liquids to sleep.

The hatch slammed open, the sensor light in the door flickered for a few moments, and the white light was like lightning across the night sky, and Heloh closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already dark again.

What's going on?

Broken lights?

"Hey, is anyone there?"

No one responded to him. He lifted one foot and stepped out of the thermostatically heated hibernation chamber. The soles of your feet are in contact with the cold ground outside. The cold penetrates into the bone marrow. An ominous instinct prompted him to step back and move towards the cabinet where his gear was kept.

However, the moment he turned around, a faint sound came from the depths of the orbital module behind him.

He froze in place, holding his breath. It was a very strange movement.

It's like ......... Some kind of sticky mollusk slowly wriggled along the bulkhead.

Auditory water swirls into the source of the sound, and the eardrum seems to have a living creature awake, and with the sound it becomes alive little by little. He could even imagine the thing making the movement snaking its way in a soft, sinister manner, dragging a wet trail behind it......

Like an eel or a squid, it clings to the outside of the ship, looking for a gap and trying to get in.

Inch by inch, the tentacles stretched, squirming, contracting......

This association is really ridiculous -- he is not inside a submarine, he is in outer space.

If it was some kind of alien creature, the small warship was like a tin can to it, and it tried to pry it open to taste what was delicious.

And himself, is its food.