A man in his forties speed walked down a barely illuminated street, his heavy breath and rapid beating resonating into the dark and silent night.

With each second passing by his adrenaline seemed to double. The rising panic causing him to sweat profusely even though the temperature outside was chilly.

The man peeked behind him, and surely enough the dark shadows were fatly approaching, causing his heavy breathing to hitch as he took the extreme decision of sprinting off which had been in fact, a bad idea.

It didn't take long for him to round a corner which lead him to a dead end, with his mind still fuzzy by rush he failed to notice a pair of arm circling him into a submission move as another hand came to his face, napkin coated in what he knew was chloroformed. He attempted to struggle but with every passing second his body became heavier, his mind slowly slipping into unconsciousness. He almost laughed at the irony of it, all this time he was the one doing the chase, but right not he was being chased. As the last few strands of consciousness seeped away he made a silent prayer that whoever he had ended up offending would spare his life.

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A sudden splash of water hit him in the face causing him to regain his conscious abruptly, he gasped for air as the water droplets filled his nostrils, having been attacked unexpectedly by the jet, the man blinked his eyes attempting to regain his vision but the brightness of the room caused him to wince in pain and let out a groan in discomfort. after what seemed like an hour for him, he finally gained back enough energy and courage to finally open his eyes properly.

The first things he noticed were the white walls encircling him, second the fact that he was tied up or rather tied down the ceiling, it was crazy how he had just noticed that he was dangling from a ceiling his head position directly on top of a table which contained all sorts of torture devices and objects normally used for heavy works.

A shiver ran through his spine as he eyed a spiky metal baton and a sore.

He was still trying to adjust to his surrounding when he heard a voice speak, starting him to death

“- Ah you finally awake?”

The voice was familiar, very familiar and truth to be told, he didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. The person he knew, would never be able to do such a thing but here he was legs hung up at his full mercy.

He didn't take Hoseok as the kidnapper type.

True to be told Hoseok made his presence known by placing himself in front of him, he looked…. cold, almost like complete different person. He didn't stop in front him for long though.

He started walking back and forth with what seemed like a file in his hands humming as he read it.

“-Umm ...Joseph, right?”<