The people around us started to run away in terror as they may potentially be the next target. The boy pulled out thick pieces of black fabrics and wrapped them around our eyes while the girl continued to point the gun beside my head. My hands were tightly glued together when he wrapped thick hay ropes around my waist.
My back felt a cold metallic device like the girl had switched to pointing the weapon behind me as she urged me to walk. Ben and I continued to walk until we encountered a small shape of a warehouse. The girl stopped using her gun when she wrapped our legs together with the same rope.
"I knew the otome game scene couldn't be realistic," I muttered in complaint.
'Shut up Rika,' Ben mouthed when our blindfolds got removed to find our wrists and ankles were tied up in its pl
