Abyssal Prison—a facility five thousand miles beneath the sea, so heavily guarded that escapes were nearly impossible. Nearly. If White Sunflower wished to flee, it would be effortless. Yet he never did. Over time, the warden and guards relaxed their watch. They even ignored the blind spot in one camera’s view of his cell. This time, that oversight would cost them dearly.
“Why aren’t they out yet?! If anything happens to Miss Night Zero, how will I ever face Mira-chan?!”
“Where’s the camera feed? The surveillance?!”
Over ten minutes had passed since Night Zero entered that cell. After the first few minutes, neither she nor the prisoner had been visible. The warden knew all too well how terrifying a man starved of human contact could become.
“Report, boss! The camera seems…”
“Seems what? Spit it out!”
“Seems… unable to see inside…”
The monitor technician stammered. Maintenance and coverage were his responsibility—he’d be held accountable. No visuals meant no guarantee of Night Zero’s safety. No safety meant no chance to impress the angelic Mira-chan. Disaster loomed. The warden’s gut twisted. He’d check the cell himself. He didn’t know they’d already vanished. He didn’t know Night Zero had masterminded the entire escape.
…
“You’re surprisingly bold.”
The boy’s voice dripped with playful mockery. Five years ago, he’d rescued a timid Fox Maiden who’d tremble at street thugs. Now she’d infiltrated Abyssal Prison to propose an escape plan.
“Of course! I’ve spent over four years preparing to save you, Kong.”
*Kong*. The true name of the Heavenly Emperor—White Sunflower. Few knew it. Night Zero was one of them.
She didn’t turn her head as she spoke. Shyness and adrenaline kept her fox ears and tail flickering visibly. Her eyes darted around the corridor—a blind spot in the prison’s design, rarely patrolled.
*Even if guards came, escaping this place would be trivial for me*, Kong thought wryly. Her concern warmed him. Five years in this frozen cell… only guilt had kept him here. Now? He no longer needed to stay.
Following Night Zero, they slipped through the prison’s upper levels. Her route was flawless—every step hidden from cameras, every turn a blind spot. Her preparation was impeccable.
“A submarine will pick us up outside. I pulled some strings to arrange it!” Night Zero declared proudly, though her gaze remained wary. One misstep now would ruin everything.
“A submarine… Tell me,” Kong murmured, leaning close until his breath brushed her ear, “have you ever seen the ocean’s true beauty?”
Night Zero nearly jumped. Realizing it was a tease, she shot him a glare before answering. “No one lives five thousand miles underwater. And there are no glass submarines.”
Meta Abilities existed, but none allowed humans to survive such depths. Abyssal Prison itself relied on technology fused with Meta Abilities—which was precisely why it was built here.
“Then let me show you.”
“Show me—wait, what are you—?!”
Her question died as Kong swept her into his arms. The warmth of her body flooded his senses. *Five years of abstinence…* He shook off the thought, a devilish grin spreading as he pictured the ocean beyond the prison walls.
“Leaving a little gift for the warden. He wasn’t unkind these past five years. A vacation suits him.”
“A vacation? You don’t mean—”
Night Zero’s blood ran cold. She’d promised Mira a quiet extraction: follow her route, board the sub, vanish unseen. But Kong’s grin promised chaos.
“Wait—!!”
He charged toward the wall—a barrier harder than steel. Night Zero squeezed her eyes shut… until his whisper stopped her.
“Watch closely. This is the sea’s true face.”
She opened her eyes. The boy holding her was the government’s most wanted target. The being who made every Superhuman tremble.
*Emperor Heaven—White Sunflower. The strongest Meta Ability user alive.*
Impact neared. Yet in his arms, she felt safe. The warmth echoed their first meeting. Before her eyes, the wall rippled like sand collapsing. Seawater surged in—but parted around them like a curtain. Kong leapt into the abyss.
Five thousand miles underwater. The impossible unfolded. Seawater cradled them like soft jelly. Clothes stayed dry. Unseen sea creatures drifted past—bioluminescent fish, coral forests glowing in impossible colors.
“So beautiful…”
Night Zero reached out, fingers brushing the liquid warmth. No breathlessness. No chill. Only the heat of Kong’s embrace. A faint blush colored her cheeks.
Her escape plan hadn’t gone as scripted. But it ended perfectly.
Meanwhile, deep within the flooded prison, the warden stared in horror. A massive crater yawned in the cell wall—a tunnel plunging into darkness. As he leaned closer, a geyser of seawater blasted him backward.
“AAAAH! HOLY CRAP WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”
His scream echoed as Abyssal Prison, five thousand miles beneath the waves, surrendered to the sea.
