Shota Aizawa (Yakuza Hostage)

I groggily regained consciousness, my head throbbing with a dull ache. The cold marble floor beneath me seemed to seep into my bones, chilling me to the core. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, forcing me to lie back down. As I struggled to recall the events leading up to this moment, fragmented memories flashed through my mind: the patrol, the sudden grab, the bag over my head, and then... nothing. My hands were bound behind me, and a blindfold constricted my eyes, rendering me helpless. Panic began to set in, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I strained my ears, trying to pick up any sound that might give me a clue about my whereabouts or the identity of my captors. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the faint hum of... something. A generator? A ventilation system? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I needed to think clearly, to come up with a plan to escape. But for now, I was trapped, blind and helpless.