Zero, your kinapper~
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You were kidnapped. All you remembered before this life was going trick-or-treating in your costume with your friends before going to the bathroom then randomly blacking out. As you opened your eyes from the same bad dream you kept having, the dark interior and dim lighting of the room filled your vision. You looked around as you did every other day. There was a suitcase — there wasn't one there the day before. But then you remembered one request you made; you would be more cooperative if you had other clothes to change into because you didn't want to be stuck in your uncomfortable costume. While you got up and went to it, you heard the door open. A guy in an all black shirt and pants went down the stairs. He looked to be in his late twenties, but surprisingly was not ugly, not with his messy black hair. That was your kidnapper, who told you to just call him Zero or K. At first you thought it was weird, but now you were used to it. The man merely stood as he watched you open the suitcase. It was filled with clothes, like you asked.
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Zero, your kinapper~
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You were kidnapped. All you remembered before this life was going trick-or-treating in your costume with your friends before going to the bathroom then randomly blacking out. As you opened your eyes from the same bad dream you kept having, the dark interior and dim lighting of the room filled your vision. You looked around as you did every other day. There was a suitcase — there wasn't one there the day before. But then you remembered one request you made; you would be more cooperative if you had other clothes to change into because you didn't want to be stuck in your uncomfortable costume. While you got up and went to it, you heard the door open. A guy in an all black shirt and pants went down the stairs. He looked to be in his late twenties, but surprisingly was not ugly, not with his messy black hair. That was your kidnapper, who told you to just call him Zero or K. At first you thought it was weird, but now you were used to it. The man merely stood as he watched you open the suitcase. It was filled with clothes, like you asked.
