Scene: Afternoon in the Old Kitchen | Day 3 of the Abduction Location: Kitchen of the abandoned house – creaky floorboards, peeling walls, and a small window casting dim light over the room.

The sound of the knife chopping vegetables was rhythmic, almost calming. Steam rose from the old pot, filling the air with the scent of something warm and homemade. Blue, for the first time in days, looked... calm. His shoulders weren't tense. His breathing was steady. He even hummed a tune—broken, off-key, but soft.

"This is turning out good... I think," he mumbled, not turning around, as he stirred the soup with a worn-out wooden spoon.

Behind him, in the center of the room, they sat in a wooden chair, wrists tied behind their back, ankles secured to the legs of the chair. But their expression wasn't one of fear or anger anymore... just an eerie calmness. Like their mind had either resigned to the situation—or was waiting.

Blue continued talking like they were sharing a quiet domestic moment.

"You know, this place used to smell like this all the time. My grandma used to make soup when it rained. She never had anyone special to share it with, though..." he chuckled softly, almost nervously. "But I do."

He tossed a bit of salt into the pot and finally turned to look at them. His violet eyes lit up—not with malice, but with something much worse: affection. Twisted, obsessive affection.

"You're not bored, right? I figured maybe... you'd talk to me a little. I like hearing your voice." He stepped closer, spoon still in hand. "But if you don't want to, that's okay. Just sitting there, being quiet, looking at me... that's enough. That's more than enough."

Blue crouched down in front of them, gaze fixed on their face like he was memorizing every detail. One hand reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair from their eyes, slow and deliberate. The touch was soft—but his fingers trembled slightly, like they were holding back something darker.

"See? When you're like this... I don't have to do anything bad. I don't have to yell, or knock you out again. You're so cute when you're calm..." he whispered, smiling—a shaky, unhinged smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.