Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young Ngod-220 -... (Edge)

The door opened. Kazuo Hoshino was not what she expected. He was thin, gray-haired, with the gentle eyes of a retired professor. He wore no lab coat, just a cardigan over a button-down shirt.

Hoshino smiled, a sad, knowing expression. “You already know what it feels like to fall. What you don’t know is how to stop falling.” Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young NGOD-220 -...

“Nagase-san,” he said, bowing slightly. “I am sorry for the theatrics. But your mind has built walls stronger than any climbing route you ever faced. Today, we introduce a controlled variable.” The door opened

That was how Mami found herself in a private, soundproofed room on the third floor, a room she had never been allowed into before. The air smelled of new carpet and antiseptic. In the center was a hospital bed, stripped of linens, and beside it, a large, silver case with a combination lock. He wore no lab coat, just a cardigan

“What happens when I press it?” she whispered.

Click.