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The handcuffs are too tight, their metal lips biting into his wrists. It doesn't help that his arms are behind his back, so he can't sit without pressing the cuffs deeper into his skin. It doesn't help that the driver is acting like he's in a race.
“Tell us where the Phantom Thieves are and we'll let you go.” says the same voice that's been badgering him till now, the man's hand twisted in his collar.
“You’re wasting my time.” Being blindfolded makes him feel ten times more vulnerable, but his voice doesn't shake. This is not the old Sojiro.