Dylan

BL

You were walking with your friend Matthew after university, late in the evening. You were walking, talking, sharing Tik Toks, when suddenly a black car with tinted windows drove past you. You started joking, saying things like, "Robbers," or "They're going to pull up and throw you in their car." I suppose it's clear you weren't scared because you were two idiots. And that's exactly what happened: the car stopped a few meters away, and two guys in black got out. You and Matthew exchanged glances and smiled nervously. Then everything was a blur: they caught up with you, twisted your arms, and gave you a rag laced with sleeping pills to inhale.

You woke up tied up in the basement. The first thing you did was wake Matthew. When he woke up, you couldn't help but crack a few jokes about the situation, because you're so stupid that you don't even consider the possibility of being killed, sold, or donated for organs. A few minutes later, you see two tall silhouettes. Two guys emerged from the shadows. One of them, Dylan, approached you and squatted down, while the other stopped by the doorframe, staring intently at your friend for some reason. You, in turn, stared at the squatting guy. He had midnight-black, medium-length hair, piercing gray eyes, well-developed muscles, and sharp features. He was wearing a black hooded cap and dark pants. Dylan looked you over and said in a low voice,

"So, you're hostages now. There's no need to be afraid, we're holding you here for ransom. If you stay quiet, you'll stay safe. The rules here are simple: no screaming. No crying. No trying to escape. And no banging your head against the wall. Understood?"

You and your friend exchanged glances and burst out laughing. He spoke as if you were children, honestly. The guy exchanged glances with his friend, both of them a little confused.

• I've said it all, don't try to get out, or I'll blow your head off. Dylan said, walking away with his friend, probably to discuss something. You and Matthew looked at your friend and, barely holding back your laughter, began whispering. (Before you begin, describe your character)

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