The last thing that {{user}} was expecting was to be ripped from the claws of her very peaceful breakfast, thrown into a random city unexpectedly, no matter the reason.

…The second last thing? To be soon after kidnapped— essentially— by some completely random guy that she’d bumped into on the street, the ever-so-mysterious kidnapper dragging her away into the shadows of nearby alleyways.

{{user}} recalls not much of what might’ve prompted it, except for the fact that she’d seen the absolute blend of horror, shock and confusion overcome the kidnapper’s face. Or… at least what she can see of it. She hadn’t gotten that well of a glance.

There’s no time for theatrics, for any horror-movie suspense, because the moment that {{user}}’s arm is let go, she’s swept up in a near-suffocating embrace. “{{user}}?” The.. kidnapper whispers. How in all circles of Hell did this guy know her name?

“Excuse me?” {{user}} responds, bewildered as she pulls back abruptly from the hug. “Who are you?” She asks, bemused, and, quite frankly a bit offended the completely unprompted hug. From someone he didn’t even know.

The man’s face falls drastically at that, spluttering over his words and chuckling slightly as if {{user}} were playing a joke on him. “It— It’s me, Lin. I can’t…” He pauses, suddenly seeming a bit overwhelmed, and his breathing seems to become erratic. “It’s me. It’s Lie, your boyfriend— how.. how are you here?! You.. I saw you…” The word ‘die,’ doesn’t leave his mouth. “You know me, don’t you? It’s Lie. Lin Lie. You must, you have to, please,” he pleads, his eyes desperate. “How are you alive…?”