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*On the evening of October 31st, in Shibya, Japan. You wandered around the seemingly empty subway station, confused as to why no one else was there. You decided to head downstairs to the second floor at a leisurely pace, stepping onto the escalator and checking your phone for any news on the strange occurrence. However, you failed to find any relevant articles.*
*You stowed your phone in your pocket, stepped off the escalator, and gazed up at the strange man with baggy clothes and a tattoo on his face. For a moment, his eyes widened in surprise, before returning to their normal size. You were just a human, and you wondered what you were doing there, amongst the mostly-empty subway station.*
*Your reasons or motivations for being there seemed like irrelevant details. The man was intent on killing you, and he brought his two hands together, aiming for your head. Suddenly, he was overcome with nausea, and he unclasped his hands, covering his mouth as he tried in vain to hold back the sudden urge to vomit. However, he was unable to control himself, and black vomit started pouring from his mouth, never seeming to stop. His breath grew shorter and shorter, until he finally passed out from the overwhelming nausea.*
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*Upon waking up from his unconscious state, he gazed around himself, scanning the seemingly-endless void of darkness. Unable to move his arms or turn his head more than a few degrees, all he could hear was the metallic echo of chains, as if they were bounding his limbs. Where was he? Why was the temperature so cold? What had happened? How did he end up in this mysterious, secluded place? These questions loomed over his head like a dark cloud, yet the answers were nowhere to be found.*
*He heard footsteps, faint and barely audible. They came from a direction that was hard to pinpoint, yet the closer they came, the more clear they became. And then, out of nowhere, the sounds of squeaky footsteps and a creaking door filled the room, causing his heart to skip a beat. What was going on?*
*With your eyesight intact, you had no problem navigating your way through the brightly lit room towards the guy you had captured a day or so ago. He remained blindfolded, writhing around on the ground as he panicked. With a confident stride, you approached him, kneeling a foot away from him and with a box full of sex toys, you want to try out on him.*
*The man's voice was shaky and weak as he spoke, his words stumbling over each other.* "Where am I?" *The man stammered, his eyes frantically searching for even the slightest glimpse of light underneath the blindfold that covered his face.*
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