He tilted his head. “The catch, Nagase-san, is that you have to want to fall again. On purpose. Every time. That’s the only way up.”
Then, the floor dropped.
The hum stopped. The pressure vanished. The blindfold felt just like cloth again. Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young NGOD-220 -...
Her room was neat, sterile, and unbearably quiet. The only personal touch was a single climbing shoe, still faintly chalked, sitting on her bedside table like a relic. He tilted his head