Riya's body felt weightless… It felt as if she was floating… Floating in a tank of water in an undisclosed location, which was extremely concerning because she didn’t know how to swim nor did she fall asleep in a swimming pool or anything other than her bed.

Her chest felt tight, her throat felt like I'd swallowed acid or something, Riya started to panic. She couldn’t open her eyes! They wouldn’t open! Was she drugged? Was she being trafficked to some other country? Her mouth felt heavy, she couldn’t move it properly, she couldn’t move anything properly!

Riya tried to calm herself down a bit, maybe… if she was… actually getting kidnapped, she should try to listen right? Maybe someone’s nearby… someone who’s conveniently telling someone else where they were going and how long to get there and security concerns about how those captured (aka, her) could easily get out. Standard anime and manga stuff, not that she watched nor read much sci-fi anime or manga.

T̵̨̞̺̝̞͐̓̐̈́͌̒̄̿̕͜ͅh̸͇͓̼̫͚̥͛̋̈́͗̒̉̚͘̚ḝ̴̼͈̖̫̭̬̞̳ ̶̥̿̅͂͆͘ş̵̘́̓u̸̧̢̳̺̱̝̦̟͑̅́̌͝ͅb̴͙͍̖̝̹̼͚͑̌̚j̸̰͇͚̖̪̭̝̈́̉̃̉͒̚ͅë̸̟̖́̎̓̄̈́͑ç̷̡̡̗̘̠̲̓͑͋̀͜t̸̤̃̋̉s̴̛̛̘͋̓̍͛̍̿͘ ̶̣̠̘͙̉̓ã̵͙͔͓͙̰̤̮̉͝ͅr̶̦̻̗̗̳̅͜ȩ̸̲͍͉̳͇̲̘͑̄̇̌̔ ̶̪̳̽̃̇̋̊͋e̶̠̔̈́̓̿̅̕ẍ̵̥͇̞͉͇͙̩̼̙̔̍̽̅̓̽͝͝h̴̡͎̘̉͂i̷̭͐͋̒͌̚b̸̠̹̝͇̙̾̿͐̓̊̿͜i̷̧̨͈͎̩͍̤͐̐͑̇̌͐͘͘͘͜ţ̵̬͎̮̫͇̯͙́̏̄͛̓́̚͝͠i̵̞̯͌͌̐̓̚̚͠n̶̺̩̲̈́̎̈́͜ḡ̶͙̱̆͋̽̆̓̀ ̶̮̹̜̍̇̓͌̅̕ͅs̸̼̲̕ĩ̸͉̙͍̘̦̱̹͖͝g̴̝̣͂̐̽̋ń̷̢̝̲͔̋͝s̷̢͚̘̟͖̮̯̞̈́̊̏̽̔̕ͅ ̵̢̦̜̲̣̠̭́̏̐̇̂̂́o̶̮͓̜̅̔͠f̵̡̟̗̜̅ ̷̮͕̎͆̃̀̋̆̚͝c̷̡̰̲͍̦̑͋o̵͎̗̹̲̲̩̟͊̑̾͠ņ̵̼̦̳̭̥̪̓̀̑͌̓̅̈́̐̿ŝ̴̛̤̩̦̳͖̣̜̐̋͌͜c̴̰̠̦̮̩̤͓̓̐́̓̆̚ͅì̷̡̖̚o̷̜̪͇̘̺̗͈̥̎̔͜u̷̗̯̯̯̥͚͛̏̚̕ṡ̵̢̯̜̪̉̏̊͐n̸̰̮̭̉̿̓͐e̷̠̗̜̠̔͐͘s̶̢͇̫̞͖̭̀͆̐̋̏̀̈̚ş̸̧͍͎̬̬̥̝̦͑.̸͇͓̪͐̊̈̂̐̽͝"̷̢̘̣̫̒̐̚

̴̢̣̹̮͓͖̑̈̊̀̍͜

̴͇̠̥̝͚̊̀̉́̆̌͘͠"̷̳͈͙̿͐͌̈́̊̿͘Ḁ̷̡͈̞̲̯̪̼͇̄͑̏̏́̓̚l̸̻͖͖̥̮̰̪̥̻̎͊̄̎l̵̡̘̠̠͈͊ ̵̬̗͍̿͌͛͐̈̂̍͐t̴̢̬͙̫̮͔̗͌w̷͔͕̟̗̟̞̩͛̉̏͘e̶͈͋̕͝l̷̮̹̤̀͜v̷̻͆͛̈͆͛̊͠͝e̷̝͐͊̓́͌ ̸̻̭̥̄̈́̑̉͜ṏ̸̯͔́̅͗̉f̶̮̹̰̤͉̻̜̏͒͑̾ ̷̰͓̗̥̗͐̎̈́̔͛́̿͜t̷̩̆̊̂ḩ̵͈̯̄ë̵͙̻̮̭̱̰̳̲́́͜͝m̸̫̎́͂͋?̸̯̲̈́̈"̸̡̧̖̫̜͔̣̈́̿͐̐͜

̵̧̮̩̗̙̏̓̈͗͠ͅ

̵͇̺̌̇̉̆̿͑̌"̴̧̭̞̜̙͚̍̇̏̀́̈N̸̰̺̽͊̌̏̃̕̕͝͝ọ̴̡̟̫̩̖͕̙̮̀̋̎̀̓͌͐̀̀,̶̝̖̪̬̟͉̪̀̾͐̾̊̒̓̉͠ͅ ̸̼̣̞̜͎̪̜̃̄̄̍̕e̸̝̖̪͊͊͋͑́̈́̄̀͝ĺ̴̫̑̐̓͗́̕͝e̷̡͚̩̩͗̔v̸̨̎̈́̄̍̏̆̈́̕̚e̴̡̪͖͈̠̫̖̬̓̓͆̽̂̓̋͠n̴̬̩̘̣͙̥͚͍̍͌̆̾͗̈́̀̀̇ ̶̳̻͉́͐̓͋̎̿͘̕͠ͅō̶̡͉̩͂̇̒f̷̢̡̥̱̠̮̯̮̈́̀̄̐͛̐̅ ̵̮̗̰̝̖̲̯̞͇͌͒̒̑̿͑̋̔ţ̴̻̻͖̬͓̙̤̎̾̂h̵̩̦̝͙̺̎̊̅ę̵̲̪̮̂̈̾͋͛͝͝m̷̢̰̭͈̩̣̤̅͐̓̊͋̾̈́,̶͓̱̯̱̝̩̒ ̴̨͎͛̈́̎o̶͓̞̻̻̖͚̭̥̓̓̓̚n̷̨̗̣̤̯̤̈́é̴̬̠͚̼̜̻͉͑͒͌̉͛͒̚̕ ̷̟̩̫͋̇̇͆͒̕͝i̴͕͈̳͗͐̅͒́͑̚͜s̴̱͔̮̱͖̒̈ ̶̡̛̙͙̝̳̥̟̦̟͐̾̓̇̏̕͝͠t̸̯͚̜̹̥̟̑͛â̶̮͖̟̫͕͓͖̤̎͋̈̓̑̈́̓͘k̴̛̜̩̥͙͕͖͖̪̽͒̀̆̈͘ĩ̵̡̛͕̝͚̘͖̺̤̹̇̒̂͐̑̏̆n̷̰̯͕̪̠͖̣̘̈́g̶̨͕̭̗̺̈́͜ ̶̡̡͍͓̹̯̟̘̠̋̄̈́̇̔̇̌l̸̬̖̇͝o̶̞͒̈́̓̋̒̊̈́͑̊n̷̨̨̯̥̥͊̃̈̊̐̋g̶̨̨̛̻̀̓͂͆̈́̄͘͠e̴̞̍r̷̤̪̐̔́ ̵̢̧̨͙̬̟̩̩̤̓t̸̻̳̣̗̻̮͇̮̰̉̀̈́͗h̶̰̟̣̰͎͓̦̉͛̐͑͘a̴͓̥͖̤͕͙̟̦̣̅̾̃́͊̎ņ̵̠͕̜͖̲͛̽͂͆͝ ̵͔͉͓͙̯̃̎͂͌͆̉e̷̢̬͎͕͈̎̓̀̿̽͗̂̚͝ͅx̵̮̳̮̝͇͉̎͆̀͝ͅp̵̡̢̞̩̬͔̎͊͛̃͒e̵͛͊̽͛̐͒́ͅc̸̱͍̻̓̐̈̎́ť̸͈̿̏͗́́͠ē̶͎͝ḑ̵̢̣̺̗̥͚̗̿̃́̓͘͠.̵̜̓̀̓́̽͆̕͠"̵̧̻̫͔̿

̵̰̝̦̬͗͋͂͝

̵̭̻̼̅̾̀̑͒̈́̾̕͝"̶̨̧͍̦̱͈̤̈́̓̕T̴̫̝͕͖͍͍̑͒͊͜r̵͙͍̩͚̖͂͊̚ù̷͓͎͕̹̯̮̬͇̩̋͆̒̍l̴̪̠͖̃͒̒ͅy̷̳͔̫̹͎̪̓́̏͂̃̄̃͝?̵̛̬̦̣̮̬̣̖̜͈̈̏̈͊̚ ̷͎͓̜̽̐̈͆̽̃̚Ŵ̴̘̈́̏̂̊̎̎̚ę̴̽͝l̷̻͍̃̓̇͋̋͋͂͠l̵̨̛̰̺̗̥̰͗̅̅̀̅͒͝ ̵̗́̍͑͠ṱ̵̡̧̠̮̅͐͊͐͂͗͝h̶̰̞̬̞̓͌̈̇̅͗̕a̴̢̧͕̲̠͕͚̅̿ẗ̶̮͓̤̼̝̜̽ ̶̡̛̳̩͉̺̝̭̻̦̔̉̒̀̈́̍i̸̧̨̯̪̤̩̝̻̼̇̌͒ş̷̱̥̣͎̐̀́͜͜͜͜ ̸͙̟̙̽ͅą̴̝̖͓͕͇͂ ̴̠̮͕̗̯̅͋b̸̟͉̥̜̉i̵̘̩̝̺̟͙̺̊͌͐̉͂͊ẗ̶̡͍̰͍̠̺̄̑͠ͅ ̴̨̫͖̣̮̠͚͒͊ͅu̷̞̣͇̣̘̤̻͛̈́̊͜͜n̷̢̛̥̬̜̰̞̞̝̒͗̓̃͛̏e̶̡̫̲̭̲͉̠̼̎̆͒͌̃̂̚x̵͖͑͂̃̈́̔͑̍̓p̷͈͖͓̯͂̈͑̽͝e̸̢̛̥̙̼̩̣̒͊̽̌̚͜ć̴̛̗͖͎̻̻̮̐̿͜͜͝͠t̵̨͎͕͎̳̩͍͓̖͆͂͘ḙ̶̫̫̣̄d̸̗͉̟̬͓̟̣̟̐̃̾̏.̵̛͔̿̕ ̷̼̘̟̒̇͐̔̊̈̄͘̕W̷̛̜̖͖̜͇̩͋́̓͋̅͘ͅḧ̴͉ô̷͕͍̎ ̴͖̽͌̔͋̕i̴̛͈͉̩̫̅̂̎͗̂̀s̷̜̲̗̳̟͚̔͗ ̶̛̮͓̼̫̓̽̌̕ỉ̶̢̢̞̟͕͎̫̐̂́ṭ̷̜͊́͆̅̐?̵̙͎͚̰̼̪̽͋"̴̺̠̈́̅͑̈́̇̌̓̚͜͝

̸̦͚̳͓̰̝̯͐̊̅̋̕͠͝͠ͅ

̷̞̺̥͙̠̽̇̊̿͘"̶̡̨̹͓͇̜̟̼͚̅̆̀͂̈́̐͛͊Ṣ̶̿̏̈́̓͆̚͠ų̴̣̹͙̟̗̞͊͆̌̆̄͂͝b̴̡̘͗̂͂͐͝j̵̬͕̆̈́͌͠ě̴͎̟̫́̒c̴͔̠͇͈̳̝̙̓͜͝͝t̵͙̝̫̪͙̔͗̀̊̀̑́͝ͅ ̵͈̗̮̗̀̓̉̋̕̚3̷̛͕͎̩̀̀͆͝.̸̨̦͓̫̟̔́́̓̂ͅ ̴̩̻̅̓̅̾̂̂͗ͅ Ḫ̶̲̤͙̹́̈́͋͋͆̑̾ạ̴̧̧̢̛̖̙͙̥͕̱̿̽͗̾͋̊͒͛̈́̃̕͝ͅņ̴̰͔̙͔̻͎͇̗̙̠͌̅̊̕͘͜a̶̧̠͌̉͛̏̍ ̶̢̘̫͓̜̲͒̈͒̂̄̿̊̾͂̑͐͘͝͠͝F̸̡̦̯̭͓̫̖͈͙͎͇̹̙̯́̑́͋̓̊̅̎̇̕͜ū̶̹̤̱͔͌̍̂̈́̀́̓̈́͗̏̾͝͝j̷̢̰͖̤̭͇̯̟͙̜̤̮͘͝i̸̧̻̥̠̟̫̥͕̰̗̹͚̗̊͛̇̎̾̌t̵̛̼͔̆͌͒͗̽̀́̂̑̆͐̕̚͠ḁ̸̖͔̜̲̼͉͛ "̶̗̊̇̽̚

̷͎͇̲̃̅̆̕͠

̶̥̤̹̓̍̌̏͝͠"̸̟̽̉Ẃ̵̥̍̅́̇̃̑͌ó̸̧̠͉͍̟͊ǘ̸̧͍͘ĺ̴̢̠̳̰̖̉̍̍͂̓̃̇d̶̛̹̗̏́͂̀͋́ͅ ̴̢̰̬̖͔͇̥̒̀s̷̼͕̰̖͚̩̖̔̀̔́̾͐̓̚h̷̡̬̤̳̥͎̦͝e̸̲͌ ̸̨̛̟̭͗̃̀̀̀͒̏b̶̡͇̺͎̬̯̤̀ë̷̮́́̄̋ͅ ̷̟͇͈̪̙͙͇͖̱̄̃̅͋̓͊a̷̧̪̖̖̮̤̱̼͆̉̈́͐͛̿b̴̜͂̿̆̐͗͋̽͝ļ̶͇̟̫̘͇͉̿͒̀̓͒͠ë̴̢̖̲͕͕̬̝̪́̈́̂̅ ̵̛̯̮̳͈̙͍͗͊̍̕t̶̻̬̼̐̂̆̿̑͛̃̔̕o̴̱̻̖̠̾͛ ̵̰̞̫̩͚͑͗͜͝m̴̫̖̺̦̩̌̓̋͑̀̀̀̕e̶̜̮̹̿͝ḛ̷̛̥̿t̵̡̥͓̣̯͙̰̓̆̽̔͂͗ ̸͙̹̆̈͌̎͆̉͝t̵̼̰̜̘̗̽̋͆̈́̿̈̄̿͜͝h̶̰́͛̀̑̈́͠e̷̺̳͒̇ ̸̡͙̦̖̽͌̎͠d̸̠̩̝̓̂͛̾̀ȅ̴͇̺̂̈a̸̞̠͐̿͋̐̈͒d̵̨̮̮̝̪̤͕̬͆̽͑l̷͖͋̍̀̀į̵̎͌̚n̷̢̠͎̰̘̪̺̯͗̑̓͆͠e̴͍̎͆̇̔͆̐͗͘͠,̸̬̹̔͋̒̂̾́̇ ̷̨̢͙̹̙͚̯̪̀̀̀͑̿ "̶̧̞̹͍̳̮̲͑̀̎̓̍̈́̕͘

̵͇͕̤̍̐̈́̉͝

̴̨̛͇̬̭͍̦͓̹͇̉̋͂"̷̡̩̞͍̋̍͜͝U̸̲̩̻͐̋͐̂̀̈́̊̚͠ņ̵̛̳̘̬̞́́̅̃̒f̴̥̘̳̺̟͂͝ō̷̭̞̺͈̗̻͓̘̆͊͠ͅr̴̢̩̼̣̖̜̳̳̆̔t̸̛̘̦͉̏͂̐̀̈͊̀ư̷̗̊̏̀͗̈́͗̾n̴̠̤̯͕̮̩̣̓̓̊͂͠ͅa̵̗̖̬̩̟͇͊͌t̷̢̝̭͎̼͇̳̓̎́̍̅̄͆͝ẹ̷̞̙͆̈́̈́̾̾͗̚͝͝ḷ̴̻̀̑̑͋̈́̓̕y̴̰̪̭͍̝̦͛ ̶̰̃̒́̀ṉ̶̳̝̻̣͚͂͐̑̌̈́̾̊o̷̙̮̲̻̿̓̎̏͐͛͠.̴̢̠̪́̃̌́̊͠͠"̷̮̅͗̋̂̽̚͝

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̵̬̺̜͔̔͊̀͒͛̆̎̂̽"̷̬̗̦̼͛͘H̴̡̤̼̠̠͑̒̄̔m̴̧̠͉͓͎̞̥̫̗̑̉̌ḿ̶͚͎̮̗̋͂̕.̵͈̜̮͔͘.̸̛̜̠͍͔͔̿̓̍͗̂͠ ̸͉̣͆̈́̍Ẉ̵̾̒͐̒̀̾̚̕e̴͙͈͐̍͋̓́̎̀̕ ̷̱̟̙̦̋̍̕̕͝ͅm̵̨̛͎͚̠̜̣̝̻̽̑̀̐̓͝ä̵͚̤̪́͆̿̊̿̇͋̐͠ÿ̷̧̛̽͝ ̵̧̱͙̺͙́͒͛̓͛̃͝ń̵͓̻͇̰̂͋̉e̶̖̩̺͆̄͋̆̃͊̂͛̚ȩ̸͎̖̻̰̗̱̙̘̔̔̏̕͠d̶̛̻̭̋̋̊̑̈́͗̊̐ ̸̹̱͍̑͊̄̀̽͝ṯ̵̨̲͓͓̄̀̉̄͛͘͝ͅͅͅó̷̱̽͗ ̵̡̤̖̞͉͚͇̀̌̌́̍̚t̷̟̱͚͎̤̯̏̐͆̒̓̽͠ͅh̴̭͠i̷͔̿̒̓̒ṇ̴̡̢̢̯̪͈͔͂́̎k̷̛̬̠̹͙͍͓̓̓͗͝ ̸̧͖͓͉̞͔̲̓́ö̵͚́̋͋̿̄̔͘f̸̞͈̦͆̌̃̃̇̊̀̕ͅ ̵̧̦̟̬͈̲̭̜̀̀̔̏̑̇̑ä̴̧̺̺̞̩́̀͛̃̿͗̆̕͠n̴͙̱͙̥̥͙̯͕̺͐͒̇͝ ̷̧̛͔̳̭̰̬̜̟͜a̵͗̈̓̈̿͛̊͠ͅl̵̏̆̒͜t̵̯͊̉̋̾̕͝ẽ̸̮͕̼̣͇͋͐͂̅̂ŗ̴̢̺͈̤͙̘̼̋ṉ̵̮́̉̓̐̕a̸̘̲̅̔̿͝t̶̯̮̱͚͂̌̎̀̕͝e̶̖̊̐̀̈́̈́̕ ̴̖͓͇͎̑̽͆̃p̵̡͓͚̜͙̯̍̀̽̓̈́̀ĺ̴̨̹̮͍̦͐̅̀̂́̃͐̋à̶̤̲̃̀̉̑͆͊͘n̴̨̥̰̼̦͇͖̮̆̋̀̍͛́ͅ ̴̣̭͈͍̮̫͋̎̃̈̑́f̷͉̦̻̤̞̪̙̞͓͋̅̀̒o̴̧̖̰͂̾r̴̨̙͊͜ ̷̨̭̫̱̱̠̤̉̏̚͠͝h̸̡̠̞̼͈̖͒̓ͅẹ̵̤͈͇̥͌̌́̊͊r̵̜͓̋̄̄ͅ.̶̡̛̛͔̪̮̬͈̗̑̂̈̔̉͗̍.̵̫̖̤͕͙̹͓̼̇̄͗.̵̧̱̩̯̹̜̳̠̐ ̸͇̭͑̔̏̋̽̕͘͠͝B̷̰̹̦̘̓u̴̮̤̪̼͑̾͝t̴̻͕̊͗ͅ ̵͇̮̞̭̀̍̃̍̈͗̿t̸͎̓ͅḩ̸̨̩̤͇̝̱͗́͘ͅa̶̛̳̺̱̩͖͖̍͂̅͑̚t̷̬̪͍̝̝͇̦͖͐̄̇͘͝ͅ ̴̮̠̹͈̔̀̋̒̐͘c̴̛̱̎̐̔̀̚͝â̸̡̢̘͙͍̝̙̲̈̌̓̾̈́̉͜͝n̷̪̲͎͍͝'̴̢̬͇̩͍͆̈ṭ̴̯̙͔͉̃ ̷̡̞͚̪̩͒̄̌͌͋̇͘͠ͅb̷̜̭̳̎̅̌̎͐͊̈ê̸͇̈́̓̈́͆͗ ̵̢̤̖͎̞́́̉̑̃̏̔́͝h̶̞́̐̊͊̀̈́e̷̢̖͉̤̣̪̙̿͛̿̽͛̚͝ĺ̵̢̲̀̍̀̍͌̿͂̚p̶̟̉ȩ̸̨̹͉̮̠͔̮͙̔̈̾͊̅̚͝͝d̷͔̖̥͋̿̑̈́̇̀̇̚,̴̢̢̥̟̭͖͍̈̅̿̅ ̵̣̯̿̾̆̅͐͋̅͝t̷̮̖̤̯̉́̌͐͗͑̉͠ȅ̴̫̟͈̠̺̾l̶̬̬̎̅̊̂̕͘l̸̩̮̩̰̩͒͋͗̂̽͌͘͘͜ ̵͉͇̌ M̶͙̞̰̿̈́̃͗͊́ȅ̶̟̳̙̦͛r̸̡̩̫̥̠̯͗̀̀͒̚c̴̜̣̜͂͊̇̇́̔̔̈́͆̔͂̒̾͛̚ù̷̡̪̮̻̟̯͉̫̬͕̞̥̲͙̉͐͆̃̍͑̋̏́̑̌͜r̴̢̢͕͓̮̹̦̬͓̟̝̺̬̒ͅỵ̸̧͎̹̙̲̝͈͇̠͔̓̚̚ ţ̴̫̂̎̅̉͌̑͘ő̵̗̘̯̥̺͗̽̏̅͊ ̴̧̳̗̠͙͋̋̕ě̶̯̻͎̘̹͂͂̐̾͊͊x̵̠͓̖̣̟͐͛ͅp̶̗͇̖̗̈́̀̌̿̈́̽̕̚e̷̹̘̒̇͂̈́̓͐̚c̴͇̓̀͠t̶̩̲̽̂̾ ̷̡̠͎̙̥̪̉͒̿̊̏ͅe̷̢̿̿͐̌̏̒̏̒̕ͅl̶̻͓̭̳̹̜̱̐e̶̞̼̥̳̖͖̿̃̕͜v̴̢̘̦̬͔̂͜e̶̗͈̽̄̒̓̓͆ṅ̶̨̧̝̠̀͊͐̇̑ ̶͚̩͖̠̰̠̜͇̫́o̸̤̟̺̖͂̈́̿͗̄̓f̴̹̙̩̭͆͂̈́͑̿́̈́̚͜͝ ̸̛̫͝t̶̛̩̪̞̞̼̺̦͍́̃̓̓̀̀ͅh̴̛̠̣̏͋̔͗̐̌͠͝ĕ̷̙ͅm̸̡̢͓̺̯͔̤͙͉͒̌̓̿ ̴̛̝̖̟̱͊͂̌̎̆͂͐͗t̸̞͇͋́ö̵̡̢̗́̎̍̍̆̂͜ ̶͙̫̪̭͉́̒̄͒̐͆͐b̸̼̘̌͛e̵̟̪̩̅ ̴̡̹̩̓́̂̏ä̷̙́ṫ̸̢̰̥̰̗͚̼̰ ̵̻͓̠͇̩̖̐͐͜t̶͈̳͎͉͕͇͔̓͗̔̕͜ĥ̵̛̙̀͋̓̌͆́ë̶̪̹̻̣̦͇̱̣́̒̃͋̕͝ ̷̙̱͓̗̃̓̄͐̊̚͝g̷̡̰̝͕̈̽̓̓̑̓̾̓̕ŗ̵̪̟̺̹̳͍͍̋̃̅̾͆͘͜â̴̛̬̰̱̝̯̙͉͇͠ň̷̛̺͍̟̗̍͠d̸̬̹̣̰̏ ̵̬͎̰̂̏͌s̴̡͇̳̙̑̍͒̓̀̈͝t̸͇̜͖̜̻͚͋͒̃͛͛̓ą̸̲̺̱̝͔̔i̴̡̼̙̭̗͉͛̎̽̿̚͠r̴̢͔͚͕̳͙͖̮͊̌͗̾c̴̢̧͗̍̽͘a̵̰͚͓̟̩͙͛s̶̨̜͚͍̟̩͍̝̩̅̍͒̀͌e̷̼̙̻͖͒̿̒͒̑̕.̶̛̘͎̜̗̤̯͉̃̔͛́͒"̵̹̥͎͚͚̼̯̠̺̊

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̴̹̂̓̒̇͋̓͋̇̊͜"̴̨͓̣͚̥̭͈̎̿̋͘͝Ä̴̠̟̺́̔̽͋n̷̲̫̏̾̑̕̕͝͝d̸͔͔͇̙̫̻͊́͗͊͂̇̚ ̵̛͎̟͗̆̓̐͝S̴̤͖̠̬̱͒ù̵̞̣̰̠̹͊̈́̄̐̑̓̕b̸̢̨̲̻͉͚̪̞̣͘j̴̤̱͍̳̖̤̲̯̏̓̃̿́̃̚͜͝͝ě̴͉̚c̷̢̛͙͎͈̩̬͍͕̍̈́̍̕̚t̶̢̢̖̹̠̝̩͑̂̅̍͜ ̶̦́͋͂̄̇̐̒3̶̧̹̯̠̹̻̦́͆̐͊͆́͋͊?̷͈͍͚̮̘͚͇́̽"̸̬̺͖̻̲͎̱̺̪̀̆̅́̄̔̈́̋͝

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̷͓̞̆͐̄͂̉̊"̵̰̼̳̳͕̏͊̈́͋͂̀͛̕A̸̺̞̙̎̂š̵̫̩͔̪̲̆̓͆̓̈́͛̕͠ ̴̯̏̾̑̽̐̄̾̎̈́a̵̱͑̉̐͠ ̶̭͐̌̒͝m̸̗͕͚̒͋͒̂̀͌̚à̴̱͚̚n̸̙͕͔̠̯̋̍̃͛̎̃ả̵̲̺̠̳͘͝é̴̡͉̯̜̝̯̟͎̌̿̎͝ͅd̸̠͇̓̀͒̌ ̶̟̍͑͒͋͋͑̆̏i̷͉̫̹͆͌͛̚ň̸̳͚d̶̨̙͉͐̑̀̀͂͌ḭ̸̦̉̏v̷̗̓̉̓̒̓i̶̺̋̆d̵̤̮͈̟̆͑͂̚u̴̲̯͍͓̺̓̉̋̑̆̔̕á̷̭̜̺̝͉͗͜͠l̶̛̲̞̜̪̏̇͗̏͆̾͑̐ ̸͚͖͓͐̏́̓̍̉̓̕a̴͎͍̭̓͆͠t̸̰̫͇͎̜͖̠́͝t̶̢̺̠͔̆̊ͅè̵͚̘̖͕̠̯̳͌n̸̢̢̖̟͎͇̩̆̍͑̐̀̊͛͐̕͜d̷̳͔̠͎̜͇́͝ï̷̞̘͊̓̈́̚͝n̴͍̈́́̊́́͝g̴͉͉̖̲̝̓͑̈̆ͅ ̵̛̩̣͔͎͚͂̊̒͝͝t̸̬̯̗̝̠̀̈͗̾̈͆͆̏͝ḩ̴̗̙͔̂̈́̿́̆͑e̵͔̰̹̣̠̓͛͒́̕ͅ ̵̻͔̠̥̒͌͗͒͗͒̊̿̚ Ś̵̨̨̡̛̰͍̰̭̯̱̝̹͍̬̦̝̽̎͒̎̀͊̅͒͑̌́̕̚ç̷̘̲̖̖͚̥̤͍̠̗̜̰̙̓́͌̐͂͆͆͒͝h̸͉̭̝̲̣̥͈̪̆͌̃͜ơ̷̧̡͖͙͈̯͙͕̭̣̬̰̺̩̑̑͗͋̄̐̅̉͌̀̽͐͝͝l̶̢̢̯̱̙̗̥̙̦̬̖̤̗̋̽͌̃̽͊̒̆̆͌̆͘ä̴̯͍͖͇̗̳͕̹̯͖̜̭͉̊̓̿͜e̸̦̐͊̌̎͒͋͐͆̎͂͂̏̾ ̸̧̗͕̝̼̖̠̣̞̙̺̲͒̅͛̏͊̂̈́͑̓̄̈́̾̕V̴̢̫̹̼͉͕̹̆͆͂̆̇̑̎̕̕i̴̧̩̐͝c̶̣͕͚͍̦̤̱̭̬̣̯̩͎͆̕ṯ̷̡͓̂̈̂͗̇͒͠͠͝o̵̱̣̩̳̞̰͉̱͙̙̮̯̫͌̉̌r̴͙̲̙͈̮͓̯̱̔͛̈͝i̸͓͉̫̜͍͍͕̰̤̣̘̗͖̓͆͋̃͛͑͐͒͜ạ̵̭̲͉̗̯̯̖̤̖͓̥̐͜ i̴̬̰̗̳̮̅͐̓̑̈́̓̑́͠ͅn̶̲̮͉̲̲̒̌͊̇͘͝ ̴̛̜̩̟̪̩̦̝̥̹̎̾͐̈́̃͂à̸̺̥͓͍̾̀̀ ̵̡̫̲̥͆ͅd̸͕̣̟̫̊̂͊͛͠͝ę̴̗͙̬̻̰͊̋̒͝c̵̘̼̲̀͋̈́a̸̺͙͖̜̫̪̐̄̌̈́̾̊̃̈d̸̢͓̱͒̂̈́ȅ̸̩͕͍̪̘̳̻͎͂̏͊̿́̆̚͝'̴̨̤̻̤̖͉̞̐̌͆͐͐̓͝͝͠s̸̢̟̜̙̋͊̈́͋̚͘ ̶̢̘͚̜͈͚͈̿t̸̨͖͖̋͛͂ī̸̡͎̝̥̭̗͔̦̀ͅm̵̡̧̱͉͍̄͌̀̿͋ę̷͙͍̪̯̬̪̍̃̒͑͐̚.̷̛̫̻̤̞͖͚̩̋͑͊͌̓̀͠"̷̨͖̺̻͓̃̃̀̏̑͘̕͝

Riya could make out a few words, not much but it seems like her captors were taking her to some staircase perhaps? The water (atleast, she thought it was water) muddled up all the noise in the tank.

Ok. Deep breath, what did she gather? Well there were eleven others like her being trafficked, and almost all except for one were showing signs of waking up and so, they all were going to be taken somewhere together except for that one other person, to receive medical treatment perhaps? Or perhaps something much more sinister?

…Let’s say medical treatment, her heart couldn't take any of this anymore, just think… medical treatment… Yes… Like, it’s not like their captives were going to do horrific experiments on them would they now? They needed them… they needed that girl alive, because otherwise, what was the point of doing so much in order to kidnap them?

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The next time she was awake, she was violently tossed aside by some sort of force and hit her head while coming down very a long staircase. “Ouch ouch ouch! Ahhh~!” Luckily something soft and squishy stopped her fall.

“Get off of me!” Said a very angry voice below her, her ears burned, she accidentally fell on top of some guy, a very angry guy with a very British accent.

“So sorry…” Riya said as she got off of him, she decided to be a considerate person and lend a hand to help him get up but he also was already up so she looked like a clown when she crouched a little to grab a non-existent hand.

Not one of her best moments, Riya was going to remember this minute for the rest of eternity and beyond and it’s going to haunt her for the rest of her days and she's gonna remember it at the most randomest times and internally cringe for the next few decades when it pops up in her mind like a pop-up ad.

"By the grace of Jupiter, I beseech you to declare thy presence, and by the flame of Vestia, how dare you cast asunder the Sanctified Graduation Ceremony!" Some guy yelled.Riya looked up and noticed that she and the British boy were in a vast, sky blue circular chamber, so expansive it rivaled the dimensions of a football stadium, they stood. Sunlight cascaded through towering, arched windows, each a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, depicting an array of Gods (they looked like Greek Gods? She definatly recognised the picture of Kronos eating his children) in resplendent detail. The warm, colour-stained rays of light seemed to danced across the room, casting a mesmerizing play of colors and shadows.

Beneath their feet, the floor boasted an opulent expanse of marble tiles, each possessing a generous length and breadth of a remarkable five meters (maybe even more!). These magnificent slabs, carefully laid out in precise formation, created a breathtaking mosaic that stretched beyond the horizon of one's gaze. The sheer magnitude of the room, combined with the grandeur of its design, was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Unfortunatly for Riya, she couldn't stop to admire the beautiful architecture, they had company, a bunch of people dressed up as Medieval Knights, Nobles, Princesses, Ladies-in-waiting etc were all watching them with unreadable faces, like they all were born with resting bitch faces.

…Wait… Did whoever yell at her say… Vestia? As in…the Goddess of the Heart? Wait… their clothing looked familiar; the cloths reminded her of the type the Nobility wore in The Merchant of Antonia. Riya took a moment to think about it. She was definitely kidnapped… And this didn’t look like a manga or anime convention… this looked real…

Is this… a simulation? Some of the Nobles already had their magic wands ready. The way they glowed, Meta’s subpar VR could never compete with the level of graphics, those magic wands were definitely real.

And if they didn't come up with a proper excuse, the Nobles will zap them with their fancy magic and explode them and turn them into chunky salsa right here, right now.