The Lost Child: A Tsunami Choose your own adventure

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You stare blankly at the man, frozen still. He stares at you with piercing blue eyes. You stare at his pale skin and shiny black hair. He is wearing a black suit and a large silver ring. The calming blue color draws you in, appearing to be the safest. Maybe the kind stranger is giving you candy of some sort? You reach out and grab the soft blue roll, staring up into his kind eyes with your big, innocent ones. His exquisite eyes turned dark and cruel, filling you with paralyzing fear. He glares at you, as if trying to force words out of your mouth. He must want you to verbally announce your decision.
"I-I choose blue", you stutter, terrified." I choose the blue paper, Muon no Otoko", you repeat, more confidently this time. A menacing smirk stretches across his handsome face, his head nodding. His smile melts into a confused frown.
"Muon no Otoko? Why did you call me that, Kimyona Kaze?", he demands, displeased.
You begin to tremble in fear, upon realizing that he had just spoke your name. "I called you that because you do not say much", you reply, shaking intensely.
The man claps his large hands and the red toilet paper disappears with a small puff of black smoke.
"My name is Gosuto Taron, but I have been called many other names", he returns, his smirk appearing once more. The man again claps his hands, and the delicate roll of colored toilet paper in your hands disappears. Looking up, you notice the man is holding a large white bed sheet. He grasps it and inches toward you, laughing maniacally. You burst through the stall doors, escaping this psychopath's grasp, reaching your hand out to the door handle. The man appears in front of you and snatches your wrist away from the door.
You screech, praying to the gods that someone could hear you. You feel so stupid to have trusted the strange man. Gosuto Taron harshly yanks your leg, his blue eyes staring at you coldly. He forces the sheet over your face and holds the ends together behind your head.
"You poor, poor child", he taunts. " Everyone will just think that a little six year old has drowned."
With this, he laughs menacingly as you grasp for air. Your lungs burn as if set ablaze, as you make your last desperate attempts to absorb air. You thrash in the man's bony arms, trying to escape before it's too late. He pins you down with his unmatchable strength. Your attempts at freedom proved useless. Tears roll down your face. You can't help but stare at your now blue skin. You fall to the floor, an indescribable sensation of relaxation filling your senses. You lose your vision as you take your last breath, leaving the world forever. Turns out, you weren't getting any candy out of the situation. What a shame.THE END.