𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞?

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Months later I'm not living in Brooklyn, NY, almost the other side of the world from where I used to live in Shintosukwawa, Hokkaido, Japan where that horrible orphanage was. I strolled down a busy street, listening to the local news station on my ear buds.

"Fifteen individuals kidnapped are rumored to be in a murderous killing game, all over the age of sixteen these.." a news reporter said dramatically, emphasizing on murderous. Walking into an alley I scoffed at the idea of a murderous killing game.

"I mean who would do that?" I nagged, shrugging it off before feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. Looking down I saw a knife stabbed through me.

"Great," I remarked sarcastically before I passed out (Please help me, I keep sleeping).

Waking up I felt a ton of weight on my shoulders, no seriously. There was a thick metal collar around my neck, which was squishing my shoulders. Looking around at my surroundings it seemed like I was in a labyrinth looking around at my surroundings, the moss green walls covered in green vines. Small writings were outlined in gold. It was creepy but pretty. Walking through the display I ran into a stranger. I stared at the stranger, a girl whose face looked overwhelmed with panic and fear.

"Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean to hurt her!" The girl begged on her knees.

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