Endurance - Yuki Ayaka

[Bakamono]

Hours of walking in the dark followed, more stumbles and rightings as Yukis captors led her on. Too soon the sun warmth faded as she felt cool shadows envelop their party.

Finally she heard the mumbling of other voices and the familiar metallic ring of restraints.

She was made to sit, as she was shoved into a chair. The black bag was pulled free, her eyes adjusted to the dim light achingly. She was seated amidst a small crowd of people dressed similarly, each tied in restraints. They were of mixed ancestry, not all were Kusari. Before them all hung a screen.