Hiroshi furiously tapped the buttons, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Kenji laughed beside him, sharing in the thrill of the game. Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure lingered at the edge of the arcade, eyes locked on the boys.

"We should come back here next weekend," Kenji suggested, his voice bright with enthusiasm. "Definitely! I almost beat the high score," Hiroshi replied as the two made their way down the quiet street, the night air wrapping around them.

The kidnapper moved swiftly, his actions precise and practiced. Hiroshi and Kenji struggled briefly before succumbing to unconsciousness, the world fading away as the van's door slammed shut.

The kidnapper worked with grim efficiency, securing the boys before taking his place behind the wheel. The van roared to life, carrying its captive cargo into the night.

The boys were dragged inside, their feet barely touching the ground. As they were positioned back to back on chairs, the kidnapper's voice broke the silence. "Welcome to your new home. Let's see how you escape later," he taunted, a sinister edge to his tone.

Hiroshi groaned softly, his hands instinctively testing the bonds. Kenji shifted in his chair, whispering through his gag, seeking reassurance in the presence of his friend. The cabin creaked around them, a silent testament to their peril.