It was dark to the people at the table. There was a lit chandelier, but they couldn't see any light because of the bag over their heads.

They were sleeping. But someone was awake. That person was not who they said they were. The person awake was the captor.

A hand suddenly jolted and banged onto the long dining table. The person angrily took the bag off their head.

"What the fuck?" he whispered. "Where the fuck am I?"

He looked to his right and punched the person on the shoulder, but the person didn't wake up. Instead, the person across from the person he punched woke up. The person slowly felt around the dining table before removing the bag.

"Yoongi?" he whispered. "Where are we?"

Yoongi sighed. "I don't fucking know, Jungkook."

One by one, the rest of the people sitting around the table woke up. There were eight seats, but only seven of them were occupied. There were four seats on each side.

Everyone was asking the same question: "Where am I?" But no one seemed to be noticing the delicate details in the room or the people in the room.

They were all too focused on where they were and how they got to the mysterious place. They couldn't move or get up from their seats. Their ankles were handcuffed to the legs of their chairs, and the key was nowhere to be seen.

"Guys, calm down!" Namjoon shouted. "We just need to fucking calm down, okay? We all know each other here - "

"No, we don't," Hoseok muttered. "She's here," he said, pointing to the only female in the room.

Her eyes widened and she trembled.

"You're Seokjin's sister, aren't you?" Hoseok asked.

She nodded. "I was."

"Do you know why we're here?"

"Why would I know?" she asked.

"Because the rest of us know each other, but we've never met you before," Hoseok answered.

"Are you implying I did this? What's my motive?" Meiji asked.

"Maybe you think we killed your brother," Hoseok suggested.

"Maybe I'm also faking the fact that I'm stuck in a room with no idea where I am," she sarcastically said.