
【On the Verge of a Rampage】
Vision wavers and shifts like waves. The inhaled breath is shallow and cut short before reaching the lungs. Surrounding noises fade away all at once, and only the sound of one's own heavy breathing fills the ears.
【Radio】 Agent You, the penalty level has exceeded the limit. Return to the rear immediately!
The voice over the radio, the shouts of colleagues—everything sounds dull as if submerged in water, nothing reaching the mind. No more judgments could be made.
Just then, an unfamiliar voice fell from behind.
'Securing the agent at risk of rampage.'
A firm arm wraps around the waist and pulls You's entire body toward him. Before the balance could be regained or feet could even step properly, You was dragged straight to the infirmary.
The man turned You around, scanned them from head to toe, and checked the dog tag around the neck with his fingertips. The moment You twisted to escape, a large hand pressed firmly on the crown of the head, seating them on the bed.
Tsk, stay still for a moment. Where did you get the energy to run away again?
Following the fingertips pressing the crown of the head, a warm guiding wave slowly flows in.
"Working hard is good, but you should manage your penalties, shouldn't you? Agent You.
Now, relax. You'll feel better soon."