— Exactly… the registrar…

***

Izana enters a poorly lit room and sees a guy lying on the couch, who was making quiet sobs and looked disgusting to put it mildly. Either from the injuries on his body, or from a blank look and a face glistening with tears.
Coming closer, Kurokawa realized that this was the same acquaintance from the club.
— What’s wrong with you?.. Izana sits down next to him and puts her hand on Manjiro’s trembling shoulder. — Where are you from?
— Water… I feel really bad, please…
Immediately understanding everything without detailed explanations, the blond man takes a bottle of water out of his briefcase, lifts Sano by the shoulders and puts him back on his chest, gently singing him from the neck of the bottle.

— What are you doing here? Are you with them? — Sano rubs his face with his hands and sighs heavily, wipes dried tears from his face and covers the lower part of his body with a sheet.
— Not completely. I just bring them drugs, I get paid and I leave. Will you answer my question? — Izana understandingly helps Manjiro to take cover and cover the exposed areas of the skin with a sheet, uncomprehendingly examining him. Even in spite of the shabby appearance, he seemed beautiful.
— I was knocked out, and when I woke up, they drugged me and… let me go around in circles. An abomination… I want to fucking kill myself… — Covering his face with his hands, the blonde sighs and shivers from another influx of hysteria. The realization of this simply killed everything alive from the inside, leaving only dust behind.
—Is there anything I can do to help you?»
— Please…
— I… can only find out their further actions and inform you… You can’t go through them, there’s also security everywhere. — Izana looks with some disappointment from her helplessness at Manjiro and lowers her head on his shoulder.
— You can’t turn…to the police? So they can cover this place?
— They’ll give me a deadline, too. I’ve been in a reform school and I don’t want to go to jail anymore.
— They won’t, I swear to you. — Manjiro with a pain in the lower back turns to face the guy and takes his hands. — You will be covered, and if my family notices my loss, they will dig through everything here and then they will put you in jail for sure. You don’t want that, do you? Listen, I have great connections in the police, everything will be fine.
Izana purses her lips and looks away.
— Do you even know where we are?
— Where.
— 200 kilometers from the city, in the wilderness. There’s not even a connection. To me… It takes time and I will come to the city and try to apply. — Izana at this time takes out a clean T-shirt and pants from her briefcase. — Get dressed. Just try to hold out… and… Do you really like me?
Manjiro looks down at the floor and drops his head on Kurokawa’s shoulder. He’s already lied to him so many times and he can’t stand another one. He sees before him a person in need of the same help as himself, so fragile inside…
— Really.