Sorry is been awhile! I promise this chapter will make up for it!
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**1 week after Cupid**

//Your POV//

"THUD!"

My eyes shot open at the loud sound coming from the living room of the apartment.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my right eye, looking over to my right to check what time it was, my alarm clock saying it was 1AM.

It couldn't have been Rae, she was visiting her parents house since it was her father's birthday tomorrow.

"THUD!"

I then heard it again, but louder.

There was somebody here that obviously wasn't supposed to be here.

I grabbed my phone for a flashlight and armed myself with a heavy book.

I decided to record what was going on while using my flashlight, just in case.

'If anybody's here, I'll just whack them in the head,' I thought.

I tiptoed into the living room, one hand holding the phone, constantly moving it around, flashing the light in different spots of the room, the other hand raised up, holding the book.

"CRASH!"

Behind me, I heard a shattering noise.

I swiveled behind me to see vase, broken on the floor, flowers and water spilling out of its remains.

"Who the hell is here?!" I shouted to the darkness.

I began to dial the emergency hotline number on my phone.

Before I could hit the green button to call, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It pulled me back, causing me to drop my phone.

"GAH!" I yelped.

The arm swung under my arm, around my chest and another held a cloth to my mouth and nose.

I tried to fight back, kicking and screaming, but my body was starting to slow down.

My vision began to blur.

I realized I was being drugged!

As I stopped moving, they dropped me to the floor.

I felt as if I was paralyzed, my conscience slowly slipping away.

I reached for my phone, but the intruder kicked it away, and smashed their foot onto it.

Everything..

faded...

to black.

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//Flug's POV//

It was about 2AM when I was woken up by a notification from my phone.

I squinted to see the text on my phone.

It was from Y/n.

"Why the hell would she be up this late?" I asked my self.

She simply said one thing;

-Regards.

And then, she (or as I learned, someone else) sent me a chilling image.

It was Y/n, lying face down on the ground in the dark, the flash from the phone illuminating her body.

This woke me up immediately.

Someone had done something to her.

I texted back.

-Who the fuck is this??? What the hell did you do to her?!

They didn't respond, they only left left me on read.

I got up from my bed and ran to boss's office, knowing he was still awake working.

I knocked on the door repeatedly, hearing him yell.

"What?!"

"B-Boss! It's an e-emergency!!"

I opened the doors.

"Flug! What is so important that you need to intrude like this."

"S-Sir, it's.."

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//Black Hat's POV//

"It's Y/n."

That sent red flags.

"What about Y/n?" I asked, standing up.

"I was s-sleeping and she woke me up with a text. All she said was 'Regards' and then whoever is u-using her phone sent me this ph-photo," He explained.

"What do you mean by 'whoever'?" I growled.

"L-Look," Flug turned his cell-phone towards me to show me the image.

It was Y/n, face down on the ground, not moving.

"Y/n...Flug get dressed. We're going there, now."

"Yes, sir!" Flug ran out.

I clenched my fist, the image of Y/n not leaving my head.

It's has to be them that did it.

The Assassin.

Of course they know Y/n is my weakness.

As soon as Flug came back dressed, we left for Y/n's apartment.

As soon as we arrived, it was notable that there was a struggle, the front door itself was unlocked.

Everything was a mess, many things broken and turned over.

On the floor was Y/n's phone, the screen cracked, but still usable.

As much as we looked, there was no sign of Y/n.

"S-Sir! The phone works!" Flug got the phone to start up again.

On the kitchen table, there was a sticky note.

"What's this?" I asked Flug, handing him the note.

"It's..a YouTube link."

Flug used his phone to look up what it was, "It's an account , and it looks like it's doing a live s-stream."

The stream was labeled "happy fun time".

"That's suspicious.." I growled.

Nothing was adding up..until..

"S-Sir..you need to see this," Flug stammered, his eyes widening.

The screen displayed Y/n tied up in a chair, blindfolded and not responding, her head hanging low.

"That's Y/n! Is she breathing?" I asked, growling.

"It l-looks like it, sh-she must be unconscious."

Then, another figure walked on screen.

They were wearing goggles, a surgical mask, scrubs, a lab coat, and had long purple hair.

They waved hello with one hand and rolled over a surgical table with another.

Text started rolling on the screen.

"To her significant other, Black Hat, I know you're watching. Come to where I am, an abandoned soda warehouse and we can negotiate. I don't wish to fight. Though, if you don't come in the span of, let's say an hour, I may have to do something I wouldn't want to do."

The person slowly raised a syringe with green liquid inside and held it next to Y/n's throat.

I banged my hand against the table, "This is fucking black mail!"

"It a-appears we have no ch-choice."

They pointed to their wrist, a deep voice saying, "Tick, Tock."

"We're going," I growled.

"For Y/n."

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