Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young Ngod-220 -... Here

He left.

Her breath hitched.

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. Nagase Mami - Wheelchair-bound Young NGOD-220 -...

She looked at it as a starting block.

Silence.

But her hands were shaking. And she was smiling. A broken, ugly, real smile. He left

The threat was cold, clinical. Her family, already strained by her medical bills, had no idea. The social worker, Tanaka-san, had simply shrugged. “Hoshino-san’s group is… unconventional. But they have government ties. I can’t stop it.” soundproofed room on the third floor