Y/n entered her apartment.She poured herself a tall and refreshing glass of water, then she walked to her bedroom.
The hardwood floor emitted loud creaking noises with each step Y/n took, the cold temperature of the ground jolting through her bare feet. She had poured an extra glass of water to keep on her nightstand, along with a small bowl of chips to satisfy her need for a midnight snack.
She turned the knob of her bedroom door slowly, trying desperately not to spill the water and food in her one hand as she opened the door with the other.
The door's hinges creaked with the floor beneath Y/n, she slowly entered her room, but something in there didn't exactly feel right.
"Somebody's here." Y/n thought with caution, setting down her chosen items on a table nearby and scanning her room closely with narrowed eyes.
She caught glimpse of a silhouette squatting on her window sill, its eyes glowing a menacing and bloody red, donning a violet hoodie with its hood pulled over its head.
She whipped around to face the figure, she froze in her spot, unknowing of what to do at the moment. Mustering up the courage to finally move a limb, the most she did was make an attempt to reach for the light switch, not long before a loud sound of whirling wind was heard, and Y/n's world faded to absolute blackness.
Before she fell unconscious, she heard the figure mutter a few words under its breath.
"That damn Sakurai.. Making me do all the work today, I'll kill him."
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"W-what the hell happened.?"
"Oh, it looks like you're awake. Did they hurt you? How are you feeling?"
"R-Ritsu.? What are you doing here? Where am I?"
"Try to stay calm, I'll explain everything."
As those words had escaped the boy's mouth, the vehicle suddenly came to a halt.
"Alright, out of the car. Oh, and don't even think about trying to escape, or you'll be turned into mince meat you damn punks!"
Obediently, all of the other unknown yet frightened children stepped out of the car. Albeit, Y/n didn't feel like budging. She didn't know where she was, she was cold, and she was getting frustrated.
"Well?! Hurry up, you little shit! I took enough time out of my schedule to bring you here anyways!" Demanded the muscular man with the green mohawk and various piercings on his head.
Y/n hesitated for a second, but she then came to a final conclusion that it was useless to rebel against them.
She didn't need any enemies, not yet.
She complied with his orders and stepped out of the car, rubbing her neck with a bored and frustrated facial expression.
"Listen here dipshit.." Spoke the mohawk man as he got up in Y/n's face in a menacing way, bending a little as his hands rested on his knees, his face shifting into an evil smirk.
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Fanfiction(RECOMMENDED FONT: TIMES NEW ROMAN) Y/n L/n is a manipulator. She uses others to the benefit of herself. She thinks she knows herself, but of course she does.. right? She has yet to find herself. And with the support of a few other important role-pl...