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Zino's PoV.
I woke up with in a panicky state. Where am I? What happened? Who am I?!! Ok, one at a time... I'm Zino Zen, I'm an artist, I'm 15... now where am I? Sitting up, I realise that I'm in...a bedroom?
T-This is my bedroom!!
My mouth is agape for a bit. As my foot touched the ground, I sent something stab my heel through the bottom of my shoe.
"Gah! Oww..." I mutter, shaking my foot. Shaking it off, I walk around the place. My tablet charger, my drawing pencil... I go to pick up the familiar object, soon realising something strange. It's glued to the table?!! As I look around the room trying to pick other small things up, they all appear to be stuck onto whatever surface they were on. I look to the mirror, in an attempt to pick that up but before I could even get in arms reach, I notice something strange in the reflection. My paper bag! It isn't here! As I search, a small whimper escaped my mouth.
"There you are!" I smile as I put the brown bag on my head. I sigh in relief, only to see something else where the bag was. A note? I read the printed message as I walked to the exit door.
𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚉𝚒𝚗𝚘!
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜.
ᑭᔕ: ᕼᑌᖇᖇᗴY ᑌᑭ Yᗩ ᗷᗩᔕTᗩᖇᗪ!
The end of the note was handwritten, and the spelling and handwriting isn't so great. They seem to spell bastard just fine though.
Putting the note in my pocket, I make my way down the stairs. On the same floor I woke up on, the second floor, there seemed to be more doors. Each door had a person's face on it; there was one with a person that had white faded to black hair, another with a purple mask, and there was one of me from the room I just left.
Are there the other people in there?
On the first floor, there was more rooms, I could've entered but in the end it seemed too shady so I decided against it.
As I reached the ground floor, a sign to the main room (where we were supposed to meet I presume) was there. As I walked up to it I realised there was something on the floor. Another note? How many did these guys leave??
ᕼᗴY ᕼᗴY, ZIZI!! I ᗪᗴᑕIᗪᗴᗪ TO ᒪᗴTᑕᕼᗩ ᗰᗴᗴT Yᗩ ᑎᗴᗯ ᗷᗩᔕTᗩᖇᗪ ᖴᖇIᗴᑎᗪᔕ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗴᐯᑌᑎ ᗷᗴ ᗩ ᗷIT ᑌᔕᗴᖴᑌᒪ Iᑎ Tᕼᗴ ᑭᖇOᔕᗴᔕᔕᔕ~! ᔕO ᑌᕼ... I KIᑎᗪᗩ TIᗴᗪ Tᕼᗴᗰ ᗪOᗯᑎ ᗩᑎᗪ ᒪᗴᖴT ᗩ ᗷᗩᗪ ᑕᗴᗰIᑕᗩᒪ TO ᒪᗴT ᗪᗩ ᗷOIᘔ ᔕᒪᗴᗴᑭY ᔕᒪᗴᗴᑭ ᖴOᖇ ᗩ ᗯᕼIᒪᗴ. Iᖴ Yᗩ ᗴᐯᗩ ᗯᗩᑎT Tᕼᗴ ᑭOOᖇ ᗷᗩᔕTᗩᖇᗪᔕ TO ᗯᗩKᗴ ᑌᑭ ᗩᘜᗩIᑎ, ᘜO Iᑎ Tᕼᗴᖇᖇ!!
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