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Chuuya was locked in a room.
A very cold, very dark room.
It could’ve been relaxing… if not for the small red light in the corner, blinking on and off.
He was being watched.
There were no sounds.
Nothing for him to focus on.
Nothing but the light.
He couldn’t but laugh. Here he was… sitting in a dark room, tied up. Nothing to look at other than the camera. He was most likely staring in the eyes of his captor.
Why the hell does the light have to be so annoying?
He lost track of how long he’s been in the room. Days? Hours? Perhaps it’s only been a couple minutes and he's already gone crazy.
He counts the blinks of the red light.
1…
He tries to move his hands, chain shackles clink, but he can’t move his arms more than a few inches…
2…
He yells into the darkness. No echo. It must be a small room…
3…
He hears something and his head turns to the sound…
4…
Nothing else. It’s as if nothing happened. It’s as if he didn’t just hear the first sound not created by him in what seems like forever…
5…
He was really going to go crazy at this point.
“If I’m going to be stuck here… can I at least have room to move?”
He speaks into the darkness, longing for some kind of response.
There’s a crackle and he hears the soft screech of metal moving against metal.
His arms feel lighter.
He tries to move some his arms some more. Surprisingly he could move them, almost freely…. He tries his legs… There’s a small crackle from the direction of the camera.
A small giggle is heard as he strains his neck to hear anything else.
“What are you laughing at?!”
Wait…
He recognizes that giggle.