Furuno
I open my eyes to blinding bright light. I blink against the intensity. My mouth feels dry and sandy from being kept open indefinitely. I try to move my hands, but I discover that they are tied behind my back. I struggle against the rope, stopping when I realize that I'm only hurting myself.
The wood of the chair is pressing into the side of my arms, making them feel numb and painful.
I can hear faint music in the background. I'm somewhere at the party.
I check myself for bruises. I don't see any.
Apart from my arms, only my head hurts - where I had been brutally struck.
I look around. The room is a small one. I am surrounded by four walls of grim stone. There is only one bulb in the room, and it is dangling precariously above my head.
The room is basically bare apart from a few strands of cut rope littered around and legs from broken chairs.
My situation is shameful. Toshiro can't find out that I have been kidnapped by a bunch of teens.
I have to get out of here.
