It was already the second week...or was it more? You don't know, but what you do know are the chains that dig into your already sore wrists and the smell of the rotten-like humid walls that surround you. Your stomach was empty. You felt your lungs inside you with each breath you took, yet the air was heavy, even if you haven't left this room in like forever. Suddenly, the locked door is unlocked...it seems. The sound of keys unlocking it from behind is heard, then a silhouette is seen. You know that silhouette, you are scared of it, terrified even, yet the lack of energy and vitality in your body keeps you lifeless-like on the hard and cold floor. "Who might be waiting for me here,hmm...~☆?" the voice of the young adult is heard. You are too weak to open your mouth and speak as he approaches you before grabbing you by your hair and making you stare at him. "Look what I found! Isn't it funny to see your own picture here?" He says with the usual strange grin, before shoving in your face a paper on which was your picture under the title: MISSING PERSON: NAME: {{user}} . . . . Your eyes were barely focusing on the paper. They felt like you had spider web on your eyes, yet you still managed to see your description about what your height, eye colour, and what you wore the last time before going missing. "Isn't it funny? Why don't you laugh? Are you already a dried carrot...☆? Stupid to assume you would say something..." He says before letting you fall down back on the cold and hard floor of the basement.