sᴘɪᴅᴇʏ!//ʏ!ᴅsᴍᴘ

33. ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

"Why is this important, #84 ;8))8@? 5-3 5-84$?"

"You need not to call me by my full title. Just call me ;8))8@?, n!@?3m." The man spoke.

"But where are we going? This party isn't as I expected it to be.."

"Sometimes that happens. It's all going according to plan, n!@?3m."

"I suppose.."

[Name] sat up from the bed with the worst headache imaginable. It felt like their brain was being over whelmed with thoughts. The kidnapping was so familiar, m̶o̶s̶t̶ l̶i̶k̶l̶y̶  from all the prier kidnappings.

"Mm. Breakfast time!" A voice chimed, knocking on the door.

"Everywhere. They're everywhere... Sir is this what I'm meant to stop? Is this the event?"

"𝖞🅞︎ᵘ A𝓼𝕜 ᦓㄩc̥ͦꀍ f̸o̺͆o͎ረⒾ︎𝘴ʰ 𝓺ᴜ𝑒𝕤ᵗ𝗂🅞︎𝖓s͜͡,  (@4). 𝖞🅞︎u͜͡ȓ̈ 🄵ꪖ|l̥ͦe͟ꀷ a̸t͎ፕe̺͆ꎭ𝖙 🇩 🄸ᦔ 几o̾꓄ k̸i̺͆l⃠🄻 🅣︎𝖍𝖾ᵐ. 𝓲ᴅ Ⓝ︎𝖾v͜͡🅴︎᥅ 山ꍏn҈t⃠ t̺͆ዘꏂꪑ d̆̈𝖊Ⓐ︎ᵈ. 𝓮ᴠ𝑒𝕣🅨︎𝖙h̑̈ﺃ几ꁅ i҈s̺͆ የe̺͆r͟ꎇ乇ᥴ🆃︎ 𝖒𝗈ʀ𝕥ȃ̈l̆̈."

"Am I.. meant to help them? What's the connection?.."

"s̆̈o͜͡🅾︎ꪀ |t̥ͦ ꅐi⃠l͎ረ ል꒒ㄥ ꪑ卂🅺︎𝖊 s͜͡🅔︎ⁿ𝓼ᴇ."

"Yes.. sir."

"˙uǝppᴉɥ ɯǝɥʇ dǝǝʞ ˙ɯǝɥʇ spuᴉɟ ɹǝʌǝu px sɐ ƃuol sɐ ˙ɯǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ǝpɐɯ ǝq llɐɥs sǝɔᴉɟɹɔɐs llɐ ˙uǝʞɐʍɐ llᴉʍ ᴉ uoos ˙ɹǝƃuoɹʇs ʇǝƃ ᴉ ǝɯ ɹɐǝu ǝɹɐ ʎǝƃʇ sɐ ƃuol sɐ ˙sɹǝʍolloɟ ʎɯ pooƃ op noʎ"

"Anything for you and them master."