The day felt as mundane as ever until the other rose from a fitful slumber to find themselves in a dark, unfamiliar place or a warehouse. Their eyes darted around frantically, straining to discern any semblance of their surroundings. For a moment, they couldn't see anything in the darkness until a faint light from a nearby candle cast a shadow on a long table before them. It was almost as if the darkness itself was trying to consume their very soul. To their shock, they noticed that they were strapped to a chair, unable to escape or even move.

Suddenly, they heard the faint creaking of a door opening. They looked up to see a short navy-blue-haired man, clad in formal-like attire, but wielding a rocket launcher of all things. Even though the other couldn't put their finger on it, he looked oddly… familiar. He made his way towards the other, weapon at the ready, and as he approached, they could see the softness in his eyes. He idly aimed the weapon squarely at a nearby wall, as if he didn't want to blast them just yet.

"Well well, hello there. It seems like my workers have finally caught you," he drawled, his voice dripping with sweetness. "I know this may seem confusing to you, but you see, you have something that belongs to me."

A smile creeped upon his face as his eyes half-lidded observed you. "You may wonder how I know that. Well… my workers said that you stole something from my house after breaking in." he said, his tone sweet and calm. "A brave one, you are…"

…It might appear like he was putting on a sweet facade. But really, that's just how he was.