Hell Games
Weepy

Spring is usually a time that many people are waiting for. After four months of staying at home during the winter, there are certainly various plans in the heads of many people. Walk freely without a thick coat, eat typical spring culinary or just watch the latest box office movies with the love of love. A sense of carefree and joyful is always a characteristic when spring arrives.

It seems like enjoying the beauty of spring is also one of the dreams of people who are currently curled up without knowing what fate is happening to them. Bad luck? Or is good fortune being packed into bad luck? Or bad luck that will lead to good luck? Unfortunately, for now no one knows.

I don't know how long they've been around in that swinging room. The walls of the room are made of light metal. Without the help of light even makes them very difficult to know the exact location. Especially with the condition of the hands and feet tied to strong iron chains, movement is increasingly difficult. New light will enter every small hole in the ceiling open briefly to throw bread and bottled mineral water. One thing can be certain of this condition, whoever holds them, does not want these poor people to die of hunger.

Among the men in that room was Ef, a young man who had been a formidable agent owned by the CIA. But that toughness seems to be useless now, no matter how tough the humans are, they will still need light to survive. Right now the ef could only wait for the light to arrive.

In the dark he was still trying to feel the chains shackling his hands and feet. Looking for a gap to let go. But, it seemed that removing the handcuffs from the chain was impossible without a key or he had to willingly cut the wrist in order to escape. Both impossible choices made Ef can only sit quietly leaning back. At least they are still fed and drank. Although this room is filled with the smell of pessies and the smell of dirt that stings the nose. When hungry, the mouth must be able to chew and swallow food to survive.

They cannot see, but the other senses are still functioning at their best. Mouth and ears could still be used to communicate, it was the way Ef used to find Erlin when he came to his senses.

“Can you guys hear me?” That was the first sentence Ef said when he had just regained consciousness and found out that he was not alone. Some people say it with a light throb, and more choose to be quiet.

“Is there something here called Erlin Hanako?” the first time Ef asked so had not yet received an answer. The assumption is two. One, Erlin had not been conscious or Erlin was not held captive in the same room. But Ef was completely convinced he and Erlin were in this room, due to the almost simultaneous capture time.

Every hour Ef always asks the same thing. But there was no answer that made his heart relieved. The fourth question he changed methods.

“I think everyone in this room is scared and does not know how fate will come. But rest assured that as long as all of us here can survive to know the location. There must be a gap to save yourself.” Ef continued to chatter regardless of whether the occupants of the room heard him or not.

“By The Way, my name is Efran Tamada. I'm stuck here chasing after my kidnapped friend. And it turns out that right now I'm kidnapping too. Hahaha” seems like the trick this time managed to provoke laughter from other residents.

“I’m Ngon Jiba. I'm from Congo!” the voice of the owner of the laughter. She can speak English with a typical African accent.

“Congo? Were you kidnapped in the Congo or while in the US, Dude!” Ef tried to keep in touch with the man. In addition to eliminating burnout, he could also gather information.

“I got kidnapped while out looking for a Bar in New York! I'm solo backpacker, By the way”

“I Hamish, From Turki” The next voice came along.

“Are you kidnapped in New York too?” Ef played a moderator in this conversation.

“Betul, I was kidnapped by the Hudson River. When about to get into yatch belonging to my friend.”

“Is it wise to introduce yourself before strangers?” This time there was a female voice.

“We're all here foreign, Miss. Wouldn't it be better for this condition to make us brothers?” Strange for Ef if in this condition still have to suspect each other. “My feet and hands are in chain, do you guys also have the same condition?” Diverting the conversation is a wise choice so that the atmosphere does not become stiff.

“Yes, this damn chain is so heavy. I have felt my skin blisters and periH” the lady again replied. “I'm Maya Aurella, from New York. I mean I live in Manhattan, but I'm from Mexico.” The young lady who ‘asing’ introduced herself.

“Do you guys not have a necklace?” A new voice came out from before Eph.

“There's a metal object encircling my neck, but I don't like to call it a necklace.” Timpal Ef's.

“I too!”

“I also”

Some new voices began to appear. It appears that this swaying room is starting to feel crowded. These people who were forcibly gathered gradually escaped his fear. They are currently having a night together at a scout event during high school.

“Who was the woman you were looking for earlier?” This unique accented question must have come from Ngon.

“She's my friend”

“My friend is a speaker on a talk show, she was kidnapped during a break in ads”

“It's great to kidnap in a crowd, I'm also kidnapped in a crowded parking lot. It wasn't too late. There should have been some people who saw when I was in Bekap” Ngon began to tell a long story about him who had just first set himself up in the United States. He came to be a backpacker for the sake of your channel content. He also promoted his channel, although he knew that none of his new friends could press likes or subscribers at this time. He also proudly says that he has five million followers.

“I also youtubers, my content playing games and unloading tricks game” the next sound coming from the front of the ngon. This accent belongs to Hamish.

“How many followers?”

“I’m Sorry, Ngon. Not to compare. My followers are already close to ten million people.”

Hearing the conversation between Ngon and Hamish leads Ef to a clue. Ngon and Hamish are famous if they have channels with millions of followers. And Erlin too. He's also a famous man. It seemed like he had to make sure by asking the others.

“Miss Maya, Are you also youtubers?”

“I have a youtube channel too, but not so crowded. A crowded social media account. I'm an actress”

“Wow! I just remembered. Maya Aurella, you are the cast of Elisha in the movie ‘Azab for the stingy readers like’ right?” hamish's voice sounded enthusiastic.

“Iya, did you watch it? How's acting? Good?”

“Yes you are very animating, especially when being a corpse, hahaha”

Hamis and Maya continue the conversation and begin to be engrossed themselves. Some of the other captives were also famous people with many followers. There are singers, dancers, even sexy VJs in online dating apps. With this Ef can collect if all who are kidnapped are famous people, besides himself. This similarity made his mind start to associate with something that would eliminate the familiarity that had just awakened.

“Oh yes, actually there is someone in my place, but since the beginning never spoke” said Hamish. “Oh, sorry, did I just touch your chest? You're a woman?”

“Hmm..”

“Include yourself! Everyone has spoken besides you!”

Instantly the atmosphere became silent, waiting for the quiet woman to speak.

“I Erlin Hanako!”

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