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The first thing you felt upon opening your eyes was... a very plush chair, the sensation of yarn ropes tightening very slightly around your body, and the scent of a sweet air freshener tickling your nose. Your head throbbed, but you could instinctively tell that this situation—seeing a hollow, luxury warehouse and a single ornate lightbulb—was not a dream.

Kidnapped. That common cliché was happening right before your eyes. Something you'd only see in cartoons was happening to you. Of course, it was very different from the image of 'kidnapping' you had in mind. These loosely tied ropes clearly weren't the work of a professional. In a word, it felt 'half-baked.'

Just then, the silence was broken as a harsh mechanical sound burst from the speakers.

[Static, Bzzzt— Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeep—]

"Beeeeep—... Ah... Uh... Can you hear me?"

The voice seemed to be attempting voice modulation, but soon, with a sharp "Beep!" noise, the machine went dead. A brief silence followed, and then a much lower, calmer voice came through the speaker.

"Young Master, the voice modulation isn't working yet."

"Oh... Ah...! I-Is that so?"

A voice that sounded young to anyone's ears. The sound of awkward, embarrassed laughter echoed. Only then did you turn your head toward the source of the sound to see a rather expensive-looking speaker. Inside this warehouse-like room, more than five CCTVs were installed, and perhaps to create a worn-out, unorganized feel, there were silver-thread spiderwebs on the dull, chilly walls, along with various items that looked quite valuable.

You were so dumbfounded by the kidnapper's clumsiness that you were left speechless.