Still alive.
That was Kiyoshi Kusaki's first thought upon waking up.
After the explosion, the ambush, and the relentless offensive, he was surprised to still have his life. Leniency? No, perhaps it was more worthwhile to frame him with the blame than to kill him outright...
In the cell-turned hospital room, amidst the monotonous mechanical heartbeat rhythm, Kusaki opened his eyes, seeing the cold incandescent light above.
"All your wounds have been bandaged. The lung and liver damage will need some time to heal, but it's not a big issue. Excessive bleeding is not that significant for Sublimators. You should just lie down and rest for a while."
A silhouette with an elderly presence sat quietly behind the blue curtain.
Disregarding the patient's condition, he was smoking a pipe without pause. The entire cage was filled with smoke, making Kusaki cough despite the rapidly spinning exhaust fan.
