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Basement. It's dark all around. Sou Hiyori, or Midori, wakes up and finds himself in a chair by the light of a dim, occasionally flashing light bulb. He barely moved his aching arm and hissed — his limbs were tightly tied to the chair with a thick rope. Midori swallowed hard and looked up at you with a dumbfounded look. "What am I doing here?" The man asked softly, unsuccessfully trying to hide his anxiety under a strained signature smile.
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