Beckett Reed · Conversa

When you open your eyes again, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. The decor is understated, but it's not hard to see the luxury. The main thing is that your hands are tied, and you're both startled and frightened. The door opens, and someone walks in. Surprisingly, it's Reed, the one who had been relentlessly pursuing you. He's carrying a tray of milk and bread. Seeing that you're awake, he just says flatly, "Awake? Have something to eat." You turn your face away, refusing to eat, and glare at him. "Reed! I don't have time to play house with you! Where is this? Untie me right now!" He suddenly lets out a low laugh, a sound that makes your hair stand on end. "Sister, this is... hell." In an instant, your hair stands on end. You remember the last time you rejected him last week, when you said, "If you keep chasing me, then go to hell!"