Meet Your Maker- MATZ

Prologue

Kim.Hj
Friday, 6:23am
Last week of winter break
3rd Person
3rd floor.

The black bag was forcefully removed from Hongjoongs head as he felt his wrists being tightly bound together. His intention wasn't to get into this situation, but he had no intention of complaining either. The gang had searched three different locations to find the final item that would complete the invention they were trying to piece together.

He gingerly fiddled with the rope encircling his wrists, mindful of the loaded gun pressed against his temple. He had anticipated this scenario and knew precisely how to extricate himself forcefully. His trusty knife lay nestled in his back pocket; he was genuinely surprised the supposed "kidnapper" hadn't noticed it, but he was relieved it hadn't occurred to him to conduct a thorough search for weapons.

The gun was soon wrested from his grasp, sanitized, and carefully reholstered. The ropes were then removed from his pale skin, leaving faint impressions where they had been tightly bound. Holding someone captive with a gun to their head and no leg restraints seemed foolish; had he been reckless, he might have attempted to kick the captor, but he knew better than to risk it.

Forced onto the unforgiving wooden floor in a peculiar crawling position, he watched as the man exited the room. It was his chance to survey the surroundings. His gaze fell upon a locked closet door; the man wore a golden key around his neck, perhaps it would unlock the mystery within? His reconnaissance was cut short by the sound of the man's footsteps drawing nearer, signaling him to resume his façade of terror.

Seating himself in a white velvet armless chair, the man motioned for him to approach.

"Come sit on my lap," the man commanded.

Who in their right mind would make such a request after holding a gun to someone's head? Nevertheless, he complied, unwilling to provoke further aggression. "You called?" he replied with a forced smirk.

Settling into the man's lap, he seized the opportunity. Despite the man's attempt to lean in for a kiss, he remained aloof, playing hard to get. Concealing his knife in his back pocket, he subtly withdrew from the man's grasp.

"Where is it?" he demanded, adopting a more assertive tone.

"What the hell are you talking about?" the man retorted, his demeanor betraying his knowledge of the subject.

Unfazed, he trailed his hand down the man's chest, drawing him back into compliance. With the knife now in plain view, he made a shallow incision on the man's chest, eliciting a pained reaction.

"Downstairs..." the man relented, his resolve crumbling under the pressure.

"Okay, where? This house is huge," Hongjoong pressed, eager to obtain the information and expedite their escape.

Frustrated, the man divulged the location: "In the foyer, behind the painting, there's a button. Press it, and it'll reveal the item."

Satisfied with the response, he disengaged from the man's grasp. "Now, can you leave me alone?" the man pleaded.

"No thanks, I'm in charge now. You're no longer of any use to me," he declared coldly, plunging the knife into the man's chest with swift precision.

As the man's cries subsided into silence, he knew his next objective: to reach the foyer. Gunshots reverberated from below, signaling that someone had beaten him to the location. He had to act quickly to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

With a sense of urgency, he retrieved the key necklace from the man's lifeless form and unlocked the closet door. Inside, amidst the mundane contents, lay a peculiar blue-striped box. The sound of chaos below urged him to hasten his search.