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    STANDING OUTSIDE IN THE RATHER warm weather, (Y/n) waited for the car that the man had said would arrive for her. She wondered how they would have been able to find her just from her name and birthdate, but with the technology recently, she wasn't surprised and didn't question it.

    The car that pulled up was plain and white while being big enough to hold a small group of people.

    Her suspicions only grew.

    And when the window rolled down to reveal someone clothed in a pink suit and a black mask with only a circle being the distinguishing feature, she knew right then that what she had signed up for was something that wasn't legal at all.

    "Miss (Y/n)(L/n)?" The masked person spoke, being a male from the deep tone of his voice.

    "Yes," she nodded, her eye narrowing.

    "Password?"

    "Red light, Green light."

The man nodded and clicked a button that released the lock on the door, (Y/n) approaching the vehicle and opening it to reveal people already inside, passed out.

She stopped.

Is this the effects of... sleeping gas?

When noticing that the masked man had turned back to look at her when she didn't enter the car, she exhaled softly and slid into her seat, fingering the pocket knife that she had in her pocket, having grabbed it in case something went wrong. Immediately, the gas started to filter through the car, something that didn't shock her or make her panic in the slightest.

She was a soldier.

She was immune to such weak efforts.

However, she pretended to fall under sleep's spell just like everyone else, knowing that she would be pinned under suspicions if she didn't.

The drive seemed to take forever, and (Y/n)'s neck was starting to grow stiff. She didn't know how long she was supposed to pretend to be asleep, nor did she know where they were going. Before long, the car stopped, and when feeling a slight swaying and rocking motion, she couldn't help but wonder if they were on a boat. When she heard the masked man start to shuffle around, she froze when feeling his gloved fingers slide along her neck and push her ear back to place something cold and wet on the back of it. When his touch lingered, when it even went to her patched eye and scar, she wished she could have socked him in the gut right then.