Kaito Tanaka, a young boy with a love for video games, was engrossed in his favorite arcade game. He moved the joystick with precision, his eyes focused on the flashing screen. "Almost there," he whispered to himself, unaware of a shadow lurking behind him.

Hiroshi Sato, a man in his late thirties with a stern face, watched the arcade entrance intently. "It's time," he muttered, stepping out of the shadows. As Kaito left the arcade, Hiroshi approached him swiftly, a cloth in hand.

Kaito awoke to the sensation of rough rope biting into his wrists and ankles. Panic surged through him, but a gag muffled his cries. The blindfold over his eyes plunged him into darkness, heightening his sense of fear. Hiroshi glanced back from the driver’s seat, "Stay quiet, and you won't get hurt," he warned.

Kaito felt every bump as the van traveled further from the city. The hum of the engine was monotonous, a reminder of his helplessness. Hiroshi remained silent, his focus on the road ahead. Kaito struggled against his bindings, his mind racing for a way to escape.

Hiroshi parked the van and opened the back doors, dragging Kaito out. Kaito stumbled, his bound feet making it difficult to walk. Hiroshi led him into a dimly lit building, the walls echoing with each step.

Kaito was pushed into the cage, the door clanging shut behind him. Despair settled over him as he lay on the cold floor, the reality of his situation sinking in. Hiroshi turned away, leaving Kaito alone in the darkness. "Someone will come for me," he whispered, clinging to hope.