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Diane POV
Free running around each building, feeling like I could run a mile if I want to, But the thought YN crossed my mind once again, Where is he? He usually updates me every minute. I glanced at my watch and saw that 10 minutes had passed already.
I stop at the ledge wondering if he just took a break, Is he taking a break without me?
YN POV
I slowly regained consciousness, a throbbing pain pulsated at the back of my head. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself in an unfamiliar and dimly lit room. I attempted to move, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive.
I realized that I was strapped to a chair. My hands were tightly bound together, restricting any movement, and my legs were secured in the same manner, rendering me immobile. Taking in my surroundings, I observed the room's dim lighting, casting eerie shadows across the walls. The walls themselves were bare, devoid of any decorations or signs of life, giving the space an unsettling emptiness.
A cold chill ran through the room, causing a shiver to course down my spine. The atmosphere felt heavy with anticipation as if something ominous was about to unfold. The silence was broken only by the sound of my labored breathing, echoing through the room.
With limited mobility, I strained to look around, searching for any clues as to where I was or who had brought me there. The room offered no answers, revealing only the chair I was restrained in and the somber emptiness that surrounded me.
I struggled against the restraints, attempting to free myself from the confining chair. But the bindings held tight, refusing to yield to my desperate efforts. I wrestled with my bonds, and a faint sound reached my ears-a low, muffled voice emanating from beyond the room.
I strained to listen, hoping to glean any information that could shed light on my predicament. My mind raced with questions. Who had brought me here? Why was I restrained? What was their motive? The more I pondered, the more the situation grew unnerving and foreboding.
The door swung open, revealing a figure standing in the doorway. Their features were obscured by the glare of the light behind them, rendering their identity a mystery. The figure slowly stepped into the room, their presence commanding and enigmatic.
As they drew closer, I strained to discern any details, any clue that could shed light on their intentions. But the dim lighting and the weight of my restraints kept me in a state of uncertainty.
Their voice finally broke the silence, cutting through the tension like a knife. "You've been causing quite a bit of trouble," they said, their words laced with sinister edge. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" I asked them with absolutely no fear.
