"I say, young man..."
Cold Water casually called out to the guard inside the room.
At this moment, she was leaning against the sofa in the hotel, her hands cuffed together. A metallic collar that emitted a red light was placed around her slender, white neck. Disruptive chips that could entirely cut off network connections were plugged into the data interfaces on both sides of her collarbone.
Yet even so, Cold Water was not the slightest bit panicked.
She even crossed her legs, displaying the same cheery expression as on any other day, with not a trace of fear to be seen on her smiling face.
If it were not for the handcuffs on her hands and the explosive collar around her neck.
She didn't look like someone who had been kidnapped, but rather more like the leader of these guards—the ones guarding her seemed like subordinates reporting to her.
"...aren't you afraid?"
The young guard wearing a helmet couldn't help but ask.
