Territory Dispute (5)

A somewhat different atmosphere lingered in the grocery store's warehouse.

As the place where all the homeless people's hope (food nearing its expiration date) was stored, the warehouse was generally kept on the cool side, but.

The dawn wind slipping in through the ventilator was creating an ominous current.

Tick.

The lights came brightly on.

The pitch-black ninja, bound tightly from head to toe, screwed up his face as though dazzled.

Tension was clearly visible in the expression showing beyond his mask.

Then again, from his perspective, it was effectively being caught helplessly by a hostile organization.

It was astonishing that he had continued to burn with hostility while keeping silent until now.

Michael approached from behind me, while I was admiring him...