Something about him..

Chapter 1

"Ugh..." 

You groan, feeling a sharp pain in your head. When you touch the back of your skull, you feel a bruise. Something heavy must've hit you before you passed out. Looking around, you realize you're in an unfamiliar place. You try to remember what happened, but your mind is blank. All you know is that you're trapped. An iron chain is tightly tied around your feet.

How did I get here?

You take a deep breath and decide to investigate the room first. You look around. The room has four concrete walls, with no windows anywhere. It's unnervingly clean—nothing out of place, no dust, no dirt.

Looks like a prison... but cleaned by a germaphobe.

You reach into your pocket and feel something. It's your phone. You quickly pull it out, hoping you can use it to call for help. But when you check the screen, there's no signal. Frustration builds in your chest.

Great, I'm stuck here with no way to contact anyone.

You glance toward the door in front of you. There's something on the floor in front of it. Curiosity makes you approach it. You crouch down and see a plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce, a bottle of water, and a plastic fork. The meal looks fresh, steam still rising from it, like it was just made.

What the hell?

You hesitate, unsure if you should eat it. Could it be poisoned? Your stomach growls loudly, but the thought of someone poisoning you makes you shake your head. You step back and glance through the keyhole in the door, but you see nothing outside.

There's also a mattress on the floor, so you walk over and sit on it.

Damn, this feels really hard.

You sigh and try to listen, hoping to hear any sounds, footsteps, or voices. But there's nothing. The silence is suffocating. You shout, "Is anyone there? Help!" But it's so quiet, no one answers. The walls are so thick, the room is soundproof. You try again, but still nothing.

Defeated, you lie down on the mattress, feeling more exhausted than before. Maybe it's the nerves, but soon, your tiredness takes over, and you fall asleep.

Time passes.

You wake up to a strange sound. You open your eyes and freeze. A tall man in a mask is squatting by your side. His head is tilted to the side, and he's staring at you without saying a word. It's like he's studying you, sizing you up, as if you're his prey.

Then, without speaking, he points at the plate of food on the floor, signaling that you should eat. You stare at the food, thinking it might be poisoned. You shake your head, feeling scared. The man doesn't seem pleased by your refusal. He looks distressed, almost frustrated.

He finally speaks, his voice deep and steady. "You can't die... not now."

You blink, confused. "What? What do you mean?"

"The freezer is full," he says slowly.

You furrow your brow, not understanding. "What does that mean?"

"The freezer is full, and there's no space for more. Seven days..." He pauses for a moment, then continues, "There won't be space until seven days later. If you die now, you'll rot."

Your heart races. So, I only have seven days to live?

He nods once, his expression unreadable, and then turns to leave.

"Wait!" you shout, panic rising in your voice. "You can't just leave me here! Please!!"

But the door slams shut, leaving you alone in the silence. You're left with so many questions. What did he mean by the freezer? Why is he keeping you here? And what happens in seven days?

Nighttime.

Hours pass, and you're left alone with your thoughts. You grow bored and anxious. Suddenly, food appears in front of the door again—bread and a bottle of water. You move toward the door, curious, and peek through the keyhole.

You can see the shadow of the man walking around outside. He seems busy with something, but you can't tell what.

What is he doing?

You stare at the food for a while, considering whether to eat it. The meal looks harmless enough, but after everything that's happened, you're not sure if you can trust anything here.

The minutes tick by. It's hard to tell if it's been hours or just a few moments, but time seems to move slower here. You try to listen carefully but hear nothing except your own thoughts. The silence in this room is almost deafening.

Eventually, you give up and walk back to the mattress, lying down. Sleep seems like the only escape from this weird, scary situation. But even as your body feels heavy and your eyes flutter closed, your mind refuses to stop racing. What's going to happen? What is the man really doing outside?

Your stomach growls again, but you ignore it. You still feel too uneasy to eat. You close your eyes tightly, trying to block out the fear and uncertainty, but it's hard. The room feels colder now, or maybe it's just the dread creeping into your bones.

You try to sleep, but no matter how tired you feel, the worry and confusion don't let you rest. Your mind keeps spinning in circles, but eventually, you manage to drift off into an uneasy sleep. You hope when you wake up, you'll have some answers. But something deep inside you tells you that things will only get worse. The thought haunts you as you sleep, not knowing what will happen next.