Killing Boredom : Origin

Chapter 1: Dear Diary

Dear Diary, Today is my twentieth day in this filthy organization called WB. I was kidnaped by them few days ago and they locked me in this room since then. This room looks like an exact replica of my room back home but deep down I know it isn't. The air was different, colder. The sound of the environment was different as well. More metallic sounds and less nature sounds than I remembered. And more importantly, I don't know when the sun rises or sets as the window in my room is just a fake window with some air ventilations. They provided me with some clean clothes to wear, which all of them looked like prison clothes with WB logo imprinted on the back of it. There was some serial number in front of the cloths as well. Mine was L000128.

The food was provided by them. Everyday exactly at 8a.m., 1 p.m. and 7p.m., a tray of food will be sent to me through the door. Only at this moment that I got to see a glimpse of the people of this organizations. They were all wearing some black suits with a mask covering their face. It was so mysterious as if like they were some secret organizations that was run by the government.

Dear Diary, for the first few days I tried to scream, tried to bang on the door hoping to escape this place. But all my effort was in vain. No one responded to me. The food kept on coming and that's it. I was in despair, thinking of maybe I was caught by some international human trafficking organization. To keep me sane, I started to write this diary today. I also hope that in case I died or went missing by the organizations doing, this diary will be the proof that I been here.

-Oliver-