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THE METALLIC, RUSTED RESTRAINTS WERE WEAK. [Name] found herself nearing toward cracking them as the rust had already been wearing them down, and it was beginning to get uncomfortable witnessing the pins and needles effect dazzling on her tied-up, entwined wrists. Above her head as the blood circulation was cut short and effectively proved difficulty in allowing her to freely move both her arms.
The dimly lit bar was devoid of any patrons and echoed with the sound of silence. The empty stools at the bar were a testament to its lifelessness.
The air was heavy with the scent of stale beer and forgotten memories. Dust-covered bottles of liquor lined the shelves behind the bar, a reminder of better days.
The absence of laughter and chatter was eerie and made the few remaining flickering lights seem dimmer. The emptiness was suffocating, and it was as if the bar had become a mausoleum to a bygone era.
There standing in front of her tied up physique sat the multiple individuals bounding the LOV, observing her awoken figure. The familiar interior was shadowed and darkened, with no open windows - though there was one across the room and a foul smell.
"It smells like shit in here." [Name] muttered, her head leaning downward as she gazed at her restrained ankles. "Probably just the smell of burnt bacon over there." She sighed, aware that they all heard her. Burnt bacon, or Dabi, perked a brow as Tomura Shigaraki sighed.
"Don't start, Dabi, she's like that. We're just going to have to put up with it." Tomura spoke up, noticing the ticking fire in Dabi's torturous gaze and his actions of perking his brow.
"So where's my kidnapped buddy?" [Name] queried, taking a peek at her sides and noticing Bakugo's missing figure.
"In a different room, we're on the second floor. The matters I have to speak about with you are more disclosed." Tomura sighed, his fingers going up to scratch at his dried neck.
"Didn't I recommend you lotion?" [Name] cringed at the sight of his scratching, the dry flakes of his neck, and the redness drove her up a wall.
"That's not important." Shigaraki denoted. He yawned quietly as he paced around the room. "Master mentioned that he wanted to speak with you, I wouldn't have kidnapped you, but I have to follow his orders." He said, his gaze turning to a random TV across the room.
Suddenly, the TV flickered on slightly, the usual black and empty screen turned to aggravation static, and soon, the ugly jumpscare of a face appeared on a screen with an unsaintly smirk plated against his face. "[Name], long time no see." A voice formally spoke up, deep, and belonging to the man in the TV.
"Yeah, yeah, wrinkle face, go on." [Name] monotonously remarked, bored out of her mind and also tired.
"Ahh, yes, I see you are quite annoyed with this?" AFO questioned, hearing her nasty comment. [Name] hummed, agreeing to his statement. "My apologies, I know that we promised on this,"
