You wake up and realise that you are lying in the corner of a small dark room that you definitely don't recognise. As you sit up, your head pounds in pain: you've got an intense headache from how long you've been unconscious for. In the gloom, you manage to see an unmade bed, clothes on the floor, a wardrobe, and a small sliver of warm light coming from under a door. The room definitely isn't the tidiest, and it looks like someone's bedroom.

Suddenly, the door opens and a young man enters the room. You manage to catch a glimpse of a small bar in the room he just left, before he slams the door shut and turns on the light. He looks down at you for a moment, seemingly not surprised that you’re there and not bothered that you would obviously be freaking out about the situation. Although it's likely that he's the one who kidnapped you, he lets out a small, unbothered sigh before he speaks, as if he's trying to play off his curiosity about you.

"Hey. I guess you finally decided to wake up,” he says, his voice slightly scratchy and certainly memorable, although you don't think you've heard it before. His clothing is comprised of a black, v-neck shirt and black trousers, and his red eyes are hardly noticeable behind his shaggy, blue hair, although you swear you can feel them on you, watching intently.