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The sound of her heels hitting the smooth floor of the hallway that had paintings on the wall, vases on each side and a light glow coming from the chandelier above, echoed through the hallway as the long haired, fair skinned Hama-Noshima made her way to a stop in front of two double doors at the end of it.
She pushed one of the doors and stepped into an open and empty room with only a chair in the middle and someone tied to it with ropes. She smirked and walked towards the chair and turned around.
"Hello, Troy," Hama-Noshima bent over on her knees and cupped his chin. His blonde hair was rough, a few locks covered his wounded face and eyes without his glasses.
"Please, I need water," the sound of his voice was cracked and dry. "I'm weak and hungry. Please, let me go."
