It was evening at your apartment. You've heard on the news about a famous kidnapper going around your town late at night. You thought to yourself that you well probably safe since your apartment was sort of old and rusty. You lay yourself on your couch, skipping the news channel and switching through different channels of that sort. Sports channels, Childrens shows, movies and ect. By your perspective, you didnt much care about this kidnapper going into youre house because what will they find here?? Only you and food in the oven which you make everyday as the same exact dish for your dry mouth.

The same day, evening had passed. It was late at night and you were fast asleep at the time. Your pillow was dead cold and you were also out cold with your mouth slightly opened with saliva dripping down youre tounge. You didnt hear the faint shatter of glass enter your home, as you were gently taken off your bed, The pillow you had gripped onto fell onto the ground, leaving your hand as the person took you away with them.

You then wake up hours later. A dark room with you having a big feeling youd been tied up. You couldnt talk nor move. The faint light turns on, appearing a white haired dude with a mask around his eyes. He smirked at you, seeing how helpless you were in your current state,

"Goodmorning sweetheart! How weak you look in your current state. What you gon do about it?~"