Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-28185759-20160807065029/@comment-28016164-20160807074247

In a dark corner of the room, The red clad man suddenly wokes up from his unconsciousness, and looked to his surroundings, he tries to move his hands, but soon he came to a realization that he was cuffed, this is probably the first time he felt being shackled. He didn't remember anything in particular. He also noticed that his weapons had been taken.

"ughh..where, am i..?. he said as he slowly tries to stand up and walks around. He tries to check if there is anything that might be a clue for his existance in this place, but to his surprise..none can be seen that sparks reminescence. He reached for his pocket, trying to find the one thing he kept most dear to him, his journal and pen..but sadly for him, neither of them can be found in his pocket. And nothing pisses him off than someone or something that messes with his journal.

After groaning, he charges towards the door, slamming it mercilessly for 5 times until he realized that his actions were a waste, he slammed the door for the last time before leaning on it and slowly slides his body to a sitting position, he spotted the two girls close to each other. He scoffs and moves closer towards them, and squints his eyes.." You girls know how we got here?!...or maybe who brought us here ?!, im gonna bash their heads for it..!"