A/n: It's been a long time since I wrote a new story!!! Yep. I made a new one. Hoping you like this new one!

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Kousei adjusted his glasses and sighed as he stepped out of the school gates, the melody of his day still ringing faintly in his mind. The soft twilight hues painted the sky, and he welcomed the quiet walk home. 

However, as he rounded the corner, a sleek black limousine rolled to a stop in front of him, its polished surface gleaming ominously under the fading sunlight.

Kousei froze. His instincts told him something wasn't right. Before he could react, the rear door of the vehicle swung open, and two men in sharp black suits stepped out, their movements swift and precise.

"What's going on?" Kousei stammered, stepping back. "Let me go!"

One of the men responded with a calm yet commanding tone. "Please come with us, Kousei Arima. We don't wish to make a scene."

"I don't even know who you are!" Kousei protested, turning to run. But before he could move another step, a third man emerged from the car, holding a small vial connected to a cloth. He pressed the cloth against Kousei's face.

Kousei struggled, his heart racing. "W-Wait...! Stop...!" His words slurred as the sharp, sweet aroma of chloroform invaded his senses. His vision blurred, and the last thing he saw was the cold, emotionless gaze of the man holding him.

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When Kousei finally regained consciousness, his head throbbed. The air around him felt unnaturally cool, and the texture of the fabric beneath him was far too luxurious for his usual bedding. He blinked, the blur in his vision clearing to reveal a massive room, opulent beyond anything he had ever seen. The walls were adorned with intricate patterns, and an ornate chandelier hung above him, casting a soft, golden glow. The bed he lay on was enormous, draped in silky sheets, and the room smelled faintly of lavender. It doesn't feel like a real kidnapping as he doesn't feel any danger coming at him in that building but rather, it felt so welcoming. 

"What... where am I?" Kousei murmured, sitting up slowly. His voice echoed faintly in the vast space.

As he shifted, he noticed something alarming: his usual school uniform was gone, replaced by a sleek, silver jumper. The material felt smooth against his skin, almost like it wasn't there at all. Panic rose in his chest as he jumped out of bed and stumbled toward the door. It was heavy and locked.

"Hello?" Kousei called out, knocking on the door. "Is anyone there? What is this place? Let me out!"

The silence that followed was deafening. He banged on the door again, harder this time. "I don't know who you are or why you brought me here, but you can't just—"

His voice caught in his throat. His reflection in the door's glossy surface startled him. The silver jumper clung to his frame, an alien sight compared to his usual attire. His hands trembled as he touched the fabric.

"This... this can't be real," he whispered.

He spun around, scanning the room for clues. A grand piano sat in one corner, its black surface polished to perfection. For a moment, he thought about playing it to calm his nerves, but the unfamiliar environment made the idea seem absurd. Instead, he focused on the details of his surroundings. The room was filled with elegant furniture—velvet chairs, a mahogany table, and shelves lined with books he didn't recognize.

"Okay, think, Kousei," he muttered to himself, pacing. "You were on your way home. The limousine. Those men in black suits. They—" He stopped, his heart pounding. "They kidnapped me. Did they really kidnap me or someone just wants to see me? Will they let me go?"

He looked toward the window, but the heavy curtains were drawn. He hesitated before walking over and pulling them aside. His breath hitched. Outside was a vast expanse of green gardens, fountains, and towering stone walls. He was trapped in a mansion—one that seemed designed to keep people like him inside.

"No, no, no," Kousei muttered, backing away from the window. He leaned against the wall, his knees threatening to give out. "What do they want from me? Why me?"

The door suddenly clicked, and Kousei froze. The sound of a lock turning echoed in the room. A lump formed in his throat as he watched the handle turn.

He braced himself, his mind racing with possibilities. Was it one of the men from earlier? What would they do to him? Should he fight back?

The door creaked open and there, he saw men weren't about to hurt him but rather, they looked way too happy to see him. 

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A/n: Thank you for reading this new e-book!! I know, I took inspiration from YLIA again but this will be an original story. :)