[color=fff79a]"Oh, shit..."[/color] Justin mumbled to himself as he stopped after a few steps forward from his room. In front of him was a blackness that could not be pierced with the miserable light that leaked from a bulb outside of his room. Every few seconds or so the lights overhead would flicker, but that did nothing but disorient the young man even further. His chest began to tighten as he suddenly felt as if the darkness was eating up all the oxygen within this damned place.

Justin forced himself to move forward, but ended up cursing to himself again when his knees started to buckle. There was no way he can steel himself against this terrifying darkness, no matter how courageous he may be before this insane kidnapping, or whatever the fuck that happened to him. So he slumped against the wall, back pressed against the cold concrete with gritted teeth. He forced himself to calm down, to slow his heartbeat and to sharpen his senses. If he was planning to get out of this alive, he would need to learn how to adapt to this hellhole and fast. 

So with a clearer mind, he began to assess his situation. First of all, this is no ordinary kidnapping. The number one clue to this is the mysterious 'care' package he received, along with the sleek cellphone that held the eerie wake-up message. No ordinary abduction would go to these lengths, and that brings him to the realization of another mystery - if he's not being held as a hostage for ransom, or not to be sold in some twisted underground trafficking market, then why was he here? What was the point in all of this...this elaborateness? If they wanted to kill him, the would have already done so. Instead, they gave him a days worth of food, along with a damned syringe that is to be used with a set of unknown drugs. No, this is something much more than a kidnapping, and there is a reason why he was brought to this place. He could somehow feel the malicious intent seeping in the atmosphere as he came to a conclusion: someone is conducting this twisted orchestra from behind the shadows, and he knows that he is being watched. He is being kept alive for the reason that he is expected to do something...but what? He does not know.

Slowly, Justin released an anxious breath. Processing his situation seemed to calmed him somewhat, but his stomach is still leadened with dread. Reaching into his pockets, he pulled out the newly-acquired cellphone and woke it from idle by going through it's options and menus to [b]not only find any more clues[/b] but to [b]find if there is an internal flashlight he could use.[/b] Suddenly though, a voice from behind him made him swivel around, his fists clenched so hard in a defensive stance that he could almost hear his muscles screaming from the sudden tension. The box fell gently to his feet, which he then quickly displaced behind him, as if guarding it.

[color=magenta]"Hey! Does anybody know what the hell is going on?"[/color]

Though his body was ready to spring into a fight to the death, his voice remained clear as he responded. [color=fff79a]"Whoever the fuck you are, stay put."[/color] Then, a moment of silence as his eyes strained to focus on where the voice was coming from - a person, who had just came out from the door across from his. He kept his fists up, but his muscles relaxed just a bit.

[color=fff79a]"Shit. Sorry. Don't mean to be rude, but, like you, I also have no idea what the hell is happening. So I hope you don't mind the distance between us as we try to figure this out, yeah? If you're trying to kill me, then good luck because my coach says I got deadly agility and bone-breaking kicks. If you're not, then may I ask who you are? I'm uh, Justin by the way." [/color]

The young man politely cleared his throat, lightly shifting his weight between each legs in his Muay Thai stance.