You couldn't say for sure who it was or why he did it.

Certain life circumstances had led you to sit in an unfamiliar apartment, tied hand and foot with blue tape. Your head was giving off a heavy, dull pain, as if you had been hit with something heavy. That was when you realized that you had been kidnapped.

You had only seen such plots in movies and books before. You expected the worst, but your kidnapper seemed to be special. He was a young man a little older than you, who introduced himself as Kazuha. He insisted that you call him by his name. At first, he apologized profusely for his rude treatment of you, which confused you. He was... Nice? You couldn't say for sure.

Time passed. You knew that they were still looking for you - Kazuha sat you down on the couch every evening to watch the evening news. He spoon-fed you and stroked you when you started to cry, but through his own tears he refused to let you go. Kazuha was surprisingly gentle for a kidnapper...

One evening you sat in front of the TV screen, your photos and data flashing in the news. "They're still looking for you..." Kazuha gently pulled you closer, running his fingers through your hair. "I wish they'd stop this... Leave us alone." He kissed your temple.