"Hey, I finished this volume! Can I get another one?"
The Saint family's willing captive, Shoto, waved a manga in the air.
He lay inside a confined area around 700 square feet in size. Inside, he had a bed, a sitting area, a bed, and a bathroom.
A barrier of prismatic light kept him enclosed within the space. There was a button inside that allowed him to switch between having privacy and allowing a clear view into his habitat.
Normally, the bridge was frequented by at least one member of the team during the day, but for the past few hours or so, he had been all alone.
And it wasn't until that very moment that he considered just how amiss that was.
"…Hello? Anyone there-"
Suddenly, the bridge doors slid open abruptly.
Malachi strode in with a very focused and determined look.
The sound of his Italian leather shoes rapping across the metal floor was like an approaching storm. He was dressed in nice clothes that included a simple black t-shirt and slacks.
