<div class="floatleft">(http://i1200.photobucket.com/albums/bb323/KirasYaoi/famine2-1-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">The night had been like any other one until someone with a metal bar hit him in the back of the head. He'd woken up later with a splitting headache and no idea where he was but hadn't let that worry him too much. Riki was different from most people because he didn't tend to have any friends or family around. He had a job but it wasn't really one that he cared too much about although one wouldn't have been able to tell that just from seeing him work. The teen had a professionalism that was rare in most young people.<br/><br/>But this plain white room he was stuck in made him wonder what his captor or captors had planned. The strange part was that he wasn't the only one here, there were others too but they looked to be still unconscious. As for amusing himself, he had no trouble doing that because his life was usually like this on a daily basis anyway. Repetition, repetition, repetition. Go to work, feed the pets, pay the bills and with any remaining free time he tended to play random music in the background while he drew and painted. Riki was one of those guys who worked better with some background noise. He had already realized his personal belongings had been removed.<br/><br/>That was rather annoying but not overly troubling because he could always get into his house another way due to the hideaway key. Riki had already knocked on all the walls to see if anyone was out there but no one had responded and so he had decided whoever had kidnapped him they were not there at the moment. So, he had turned to amusing himself in the only way he knew how. He found some sort of charcoal near the edge of one of the walls and picked it up, happy that he was lucky enough to find something like this. Riki let his eyes flicker over the white walls and a faint smile came to his face. Oddly enough, the room was a perfect canvas for him.<br/><br/>He spent the rest of the time sketching what the coffee shop might look like from the outside looking in. The repetitive classical music was to his liking too since it provided some nice background noise for him to feel at ease. But when he heard a Darth Vader like sound coming from nearby, he paused and looked around. "Hello?" He called out but there was no answering response. Odd. Riki turned back to the wall but jumped up when the steel door swung inward to reveal a figure there. Who the hell was that? He stared at the petite, slender female standing in the doorway and tilted his head to the side. "Who are you?" Riki demanded, not moving a single step forward. Or for that matter backward either. Could this be the person who had put him here in the first place? No, it couldn't be.</span>