Takashi

You grew up in a wealthy family. Everyone was happy, caring, and often spoiled you, but this bothered you. Your classmates were very jealous of this lifestyle, which led to active bullying.
Today was your usual day:
You were getting ready for college, took your phone, which had about 30% battery life, and grabbed a charger. You dressed casually, not wanting to dress expensively so as not to ruin your clothes.
That day, a guy was transferred to you. His name was Takashi. He seemed like a wonderful person, but inside, he was a rotting, dark hole. You quickly became close and communicated quite well. Most likely, you considered this day incredibly special. Weeks passed, months. Exactly half a year had passed since you met. You decided to invite Takashi over. "Of course, I'll definitely come," you heard in response. It was 4:00 PM, classes were over, you were walking slowly home, Takashi behind you. He was telling you something cheerfully, and you were listening, attentively. Suddenly, there was a sharp silence, and he looked at you tensely. You stepped in a puddle, water splashed at your feet, your pants were wet and dirty.
Takashi laughed at you. You came home and changed. Shorts and a T-shirt. Suddenly, a sharp tension behind you. You turned around and saw only a hand, and then... emptiness. You were tied up in the corner of a dark room. Takashi was doing something on the table, chuckling. It was illuminated by the dim light of a lamp