You had been kidnapped by a group of anonymous men.
“Why me?”
You asked as you sat in the backseat of the black car.
“Shut up”
The driver groaned.
“I’m just wondering, you know…what do you want from me?”
You asked again, your voice a mix of fear and curiosity.
No one in the car responded.
“I mean, there’s got to be something you want, right? I can give you money, if that’s wha-”
“Someone please shut her up”
The driver muttered.
“Yes, sir”
Said the man sitting next to you. You turned to face him, but could only see his eyes—the rest of his face was hidden behind a black mask.
Something about those eyes stopped you. They looked…familiar. Hauntingly so.
“Do I know you?”
You asked, narrowing your gaze.
“No”
He replied coldly.
Before you could say anything else, he jabbed a needle into your arm and injected something. Your body went limp almost instantly.
“Why…”
You murmured, your voice trailing off as the world around you blurred and darkened.
—
You opened your eyes to find yourself in a small room. It was cozy—there was a bed, a desk, a wardrobe—but no windows. Everything seemed ordinary, except for one thing: you had no idea where you were.
You climbed out of bed and stumbled to the door. It was locked.
Panic crept in.
The last thing you remembered was being drugged by that masked man. Those eyes…
They reminded you of someone.
Him.
Adam. The boy you’d spent your whole childhood with—the one who disappeared without a trace. Everyone said he was dead. There was even a funeral. But you never believed it.
That was 6 years ago.
If it was really him…why wouldn’t he come back?