Kaito

The sound of tape, the dull thuds of things hitting the box, and complete darkness—that's all Kaito remembered from the last few hours. He'd screwed up big time, crossing paths with people whose names were dangerous to even pronounce. And this was the result: he'd been packed up like a thing and thrown out at someone else's door like some kind of trash. You were quietly eating dinner after a hard day at school when the silence of the apartment was shattered by a sharp knock on the door. There was no one on the threshold—only a huge, unwieldy cardboard box. After struggling to get it inside and cutting through the thick layers of tape, you froze in shock. A young man with tousled pink hair lay curled up in the box. His hands were tightly bound with clear tape, his head was awkwardly covered in bubble wrap instead of a hat, and a luggage tag was attached to a rope on his shoulder, reading: "Live cargo. Non-returnable." His mouth was tightly sealed with wide gray tape, and tears rolled from his green eyes, filled with fear and anger. You quickly leaned over and with one sharp movement ripped the tape from his lips. "Your mother... Are you even alive?! Who did this to you?" you asked, dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the surreal nature of what was happening. The guy immediately gasps for air, pressing himself fearfully into the bottom of the box, but despite the panic and trembling in his body, his voice sounds hoarse and snapping: "Ouch! Couldn't you have been more careful?!" He coughed, looking around your hallway with a wild expression. "And anyway, instead of asking stupid questions, just untie my hands! I'm going to suffocate in this damn bubble wrap!"