Mello slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed and his cloths were damp. The room he was in was much too dark to see.

He scanned his memory for some way to explain his current situation. His hands were chained together and nailed to the wall above his head.

The last thing he could remember was walking through an old park and then waking up in what know seemed like a large, concrete room.

As his eyes adjusted, he looked around himself. Suddenly he realized there were two people, tied like he was, on either side of him. As he looked closer, he realized it was Matt and Near.

"Matt! Matt! Near! Wake up!" Mello tried to keep his voice level, but he failed.

Matt groaned and moved his head a little. Near still sat, head hanging down.

"C'mon! Wake up you guys!"

"Mmm…Me..llo.." Matt blinked his eyes open. His goggles rested on the top of his head. Mello noticed Matt had a small bead of blood on his neck. It almost looked like he had gotten a shot in the neck.

"Good. You're up. What's going on?"

"I-I dunno. Oww! My neck burns."

"Near is here too. But he's still out cold."

Mello moved his legs around to he could nudge Near with his foot. He didn't like to admit it, but Near was incredible intelligent. He needed all the help he could get. Whatever was going on, he needed find out who was behind it and why.

"Near." Mello nudged Near's leg. "Near, wake up."

Near made a sound that sounded like a child groaning at a perant trying to get them out of bed.

"C'mon Near!"

Near moved his head. "Who's there?" His voice was just above a whisper. Mello noticed Near also had the small bead of blood.

"It's me. Mello. Look, you, Matt, and me were all kidnapped and we need to get out."

Suddenly, a large, almost booming noise went off. A huge row of lights lit up the opposite side of the room. Along the lit up wall, there were at least twenty female bodies tied up just like the three boys. All of them looked to be 18 to 24 years old and were drenched in blood.

Mello, Near, Matt stared at disbelief at the row of dead bodies across from them.

"Oh G-God…" Matt said in terror.

"Wait." Near finally spoke. "Look at the middle of the row.

Matt and Mello moved their eyes to the center of the row and saw what Near pointed out. One of the bodies was lifting her eyes. From what Mello could see, from what wasn't drenched in blood, that it was a young girl about his age. She had black hair and snow pale skin.

"Hey!" Mello yelled. "Hey, you! Do you know what's going on?"

The girl looked at him. "I-I…." She looked down again.

"Are you alright?" Mello knew just from her aperients that she was not ok, but he knew if he kept her talking, she might stay conscious longer.

"Y-You have to get out N-now." Tears were pouring down her face. She was in indescribable pain. "H-He's going to c-come back and… and do what he did to us."

Mello looked at the other life-less bodies. Drenched in blood and caked in dirt. Whoever "he" was, he must have tortured those poor women till they begged for death.

"Are you the only one left alive?" Matt said, pity and sorrow in his eyes.

The girl nodded her head.

"What's your name?" Near said in his usual monotone voice. But this time, Mello noticed something different in his voice. Fear.

"Constance. And your n-names?" The pain she was in caused her to speak in a quiet, shaky voice.

"Matt."

"Mello."

"Near."

"Well," Constance said with a small smile on her face. "Not counting the circumstances we are meeting in, it is nice to meet you."

Mello found himself smiling. Wait he thought to himself how am I smiling. We were kidnapped and are going to end up being tortured. But Mello couldn't help it. There was something about this girl that just made him feel… strange.

Suddenly, there was a loud, eerie, creek. Constance froze. Face even whiter than before.

Mello, Matt, and Near looked at each other, then in the direction of the sound.