He had expected rope, maybe a weight to keep him grounded. He didn't think they would have kidnapped him without a plan to keep him from flying away. But Aoba could never have expected them to clip his wings. They would regrow the next time he moulted his feathers, at least... Would they make him suffer through that again? No, Virus had said something about another plan. It couldn't get much worse than this, could it?
“Aoba-san.” Virus called from below, looking up at him with a smile, as though he was amused by Aoba’s fear. “Aren’t you hungry? There’s no need to hide.” He invited. At the mention of food, Aoba tensed, peeking down over the edge. He hadn’t eaten in days..