"I'm strapped to a steel chair, muzzled in my mouth like some kind of dog, with no sense of time. I don't feel specifically bad, but I know I've been sitting here for at least a few days. I don't eat very often, nor do I drink. It's just when this rubbish is here I'm able to do that... As for these." Y/N pondered while being in the lightly lit room, enough of everything was visible for him to know what was around him. "Two... That's how many there are for sure, but I also noticed that their posture differs as well as their mannerisms. I assume one is a girl and the other is a man. Bigger build, demeanor, and how he talks or walks. It's easy to recognize that. When they're not often standing here in twos, that's when I can easily pick out these differences." For his knowledge or not, Y/N was alone throughout the building, if he wanted to then now was the moment to try and break free... If he had the strength at all considering his serious wounds that had started to heal. "God how I worry about them, especially her... I know she's not the same fearful girl as she was a year ago, but come on... All I want now is for her to live."
Y/N had a knife, tucked in his pocket. Returning to the moment he was looking around the flat to see if anyone had crept in, he visited the kitchen taking one larger one and one smaller one which he just tucked into his pocket. He did this out of sheer forethought, he knew that if he encountered a real threat he might not be able to win... Unless he surprises from behind when the others would not expect it, but it did not happen because he was not fighting against one but two individuals... Praying in a way that the sense of superiority of the murderers won over their reason, they ended up not searching for him at all, believing that he did not have time to hide anything, or rather such a thought did not cross their minds at all. He had purposely waited a few days, to recuperate as much as possible and looking forward to the moment when he would be alone... And this is where the problem arose for him. "I don't know if I'm alone or not. If I try to cut these lanes now and suddenly someone walks in I will be finished." While kidnapping him and tying him to the chair the assassins had one thought in their minds after a while.
Why isn't he trying to free himself? He has something to live for, someone to live for, so why?
The obvious answer would be to lull them to sleep, everyone will relax at some point and downplay the seriousness of their task. "If not now, then never."
As He thought that Y/N began to wriggle so that he could slide the blade slightly out of his pocket. It helped that they were loose sweatpants known for their pockets being very loose inside despite their capacity. Possessing the gift of long fingers with his fingertips he managed to grab the blade by the very end. Then he slipped it between his wrist and the belt imprisoning him. He managed to grasp the handle and began to slide it back and forth already knowing that it would take him a long time.
The straps were thick and hard in their material, Y/N knew instantly that they were made of a material that was not weak confirming this gesture that a few minutes had passed and he was not even a third of the way to freedom. He cut and cut and just when he thought he was coming out on a kind of straight line the lights suddenly came on. Wasting no time the boy quickly put the knife back in his pocket already feeling more slack in his wrist.
Up he stood... Who exactly? Y/N didn't know, it was the first time he had seen him in his life. A white middle-aged man with visibly grey hair, dressed neatly in denim trousers and a shirt tucked into his jeans. Y/N then thought...
"Rescue? Is that even possible in the current situation? This building was probably especially chosen so that no one would be able to find out where they were hiding and where they kidnapped me... And that expression of his-"
The man took a step, a blank expression on his face. "How do we feel today? Bad? Good? Neither this nor that? What can we call someone like that then? Someone who has long since given up and is not trying to break free in order to save their loved ones?"
