🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The brother (if it was him) didn't respond – it seems he hadn't woken up yet and was walking under the influence of hypnosis. The captor wasn't very talkative either. After an indefinite amount of time, the sand under their feet gives way to cool stone, and the scorching sun overhead also disappears. The trio navigates through a maze of corridors and then stops; the prisoners are made to kneel, and their escort sits down next to them. - Aruji-sama, the volunteers. At that moment, the sacks around Genza and Girra's heads are removed, and they see a long hall, with menacing-looking people in black robes lining both sides. Each one was armed. - Good. When the unfamiliar old man, obviously the leader of this gang, stood up from his seat, the buttons on his shirt couldn't withstand the force of his muscles, and one of them flew off and hit the young man in the forehead. - Welcome to the "Passionate Desire" base. Despite the absurdity of what happened, no one in the hall even thought of laughing. To his right stood a young woman with a warlike appearance, and to his left, a creepy-looking boy... or girl? It was unclear. - Hey... what's going on? - Girra, who had just regained consciousness, asked in a whisper.