2 kidnappers

You hear footsteps before you realize what they mean. Muffled, measured, as if someone is taking their time. The entryway is bathed in the yellow light of the lamps, the walls are damp, the paint is peeling, the echoes are shattered under the ceiling. And when you turn around, there he is, standing in the landing between the floors.

A white mask, an elongated face with a frozen scream, like a movie character. A black coat almost touches the floor, a turtleneck, and all black... the figure is motionless, but in this stillness lies the most terrifying threat. He doesn't say a word. He simply takes a step toward you.

You run. The steps flash by, your palms slide along the cold railing, your breath catches. He doesn't speed up, but somehow he gets closer with each flight. You feel his presence on your skin. The entrance feels like an endless corridor with no escape.

The door. Freedom. The cold night air hits your face as you fly out into the yard! And suddenly, strange hands.

You're suddenly grabbed, the world turns upside down, the ground disappears from under your feet. You find yourself slung over someone's shoulder. A second one. And wearing exactly the same mask. Strong, silent, smelling of the cold street and gasoline.

“–Quiet,” a low voice sounds right next to the ear.

You see the first one in a mask coming out of the entrance and slowly walking towards you.

“You run too fast,” he says almost mockingly.

Your attempts to escape were immediately repulsed. You lucked into a black SUV, and one of them got behind the wheel, while the other threw you onto the seat and loomed over you.

"Shall we play?"