Waking up in a strange new world is startling. You wouldn't know what to do, unless you get used to it.
Mari is a normal girl (or at least that's what she thinks she is) tries to survive as monsters lurk everywhere. What she isn't aware of is that...
It could have been an empty room, if there wasn't a girl tied to a wooden chair. She was still unconscious with her head hanging low and arms tied behind her back.
Footsteps were getting louder as it approached the room. The sounds woke her up. She slowly opened her eyes and noticed that she was now in a different location.
'I'm kidnapped? Again!?' Mari thought as she looked at where she was and noticed that her hands were tied behind her back.
Just as she was about to do something, a person entered.
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"Buongiorno bella!(Good morning beautiful!)" he beamed as he approached Mari.
'He's Italian?! Is that Italian I hear?!' Mari silently panicked.
She then tried to speak as words just flowed out of her mouth.
"Scusi, non parlo italiano. Parle inglese?(Sorry, I don't speak Italian. Do you speak English?)"
The guy stopped in front of her after she spoke.
'Did I say that right? I once heard and read the subtitles in an Italian show that my aunt likes to watch. Was it right? Was I too slang? Or something? I just hope I didn't offend him.' she thought.
He smiled and started to walk around her, like a shark ready to attack her in any moment.
"Si." he replied.
'That means 'Yes,' right?' she thought.
"For a moment, I thought you were from my country..." he said as he stopped right in front of her.
'Weh? Really? How? I thought my Italian was that bad...' she thought.
He looked her into the eyes and smiled. Mari furrowed her brows in confusion for a while before giggling.
"What's so funny?" the guy asked as he chuckled.
"Nothing..." Mari replied as she stopped and sighed.
"It's just that, you're nice." she added.
"How could you say that, bella?" the guy asked.
"Well, I've been kidnapped, like a lot, back when I was a child. The captors would often shout at me and their ropes or chains would be too tight. They would often harshly ask my parents through their phones, especially my... father," she stopped for a while and continued.
"For ransom. But he doesn't have to, because for some reason, I always get home. Even when I do, he'd shout at me again and again for being kidnapped. Insult me and bring me down..." she paused to look at the guy, eagerly listening at each and every word she say.
"He's more of a bad person than your captors. That son of a-" he stopped.
"Sorry, I almost cussed. Just why is he like that? Why would he treat you like that?" he then scratched his head.
