REMI stared at the screen, not missing any details. The room was dimly lit. It looked like some kind of warehouse. At the center of it, a teenager was tied on a chair. The other was unconscious.
The only consolation Remi had in this situation was the fact that Noa didn't look hurt. But that didn't mean that his worry and fear subsided. Because whoever kidnapped Noa could easily hurt him at any second.
"Show yourself," he said to whoever was pointing the camera of the Terminal to Noa. "Tell me what you want, you bastard."
There was a chuckle. And then someone spoke without moving the camera. Obviously, this person didn't have any plan on showing their face.