Destia Jayden: February 23rd,20XX
Nagi, large as he was, ended up being a fast walker. I didn’t want to call out and ask him to slow down, so I picked up my pace and tried my best to speed up without breaking into a run.
While I focused on adjusting my pace and putting one foot in front of the other, I couldn’t help but notice how much my raggy clothes stood out when contrasted with the bright monochrome of the equipment and the bleach white walls.
I shook my head free of those thoughts and tried to guess what they would do to me once I got there. About halfway through the nightmares of being cut apart and inspected, Nagi halted in front of a familiar set of sliding doors.
The stop was so sudden that I almost bumped into his back, but I reacted fast enough and ended up backpedalling by
