<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie stopped where she was, barely daring to breathe, when Marcel walked up to her. She couldn't help but think that his footsteps were eerily silent. It was a little unnerving to think that his man could sneak up on her at any point of that dark castle. Once again, the feeling of imminent danger froze the blood in Missie's veins. And at the same time... something pulled her to him and encouraged her to stay. Whatever this something was, it didn't promise safety. It was the magnetic force of Marcel's... personality, maybe, against her own survival instinct.<br/><br/>Feeling Marcel's hand on her chin sent a chill down Missie's spine. Whether this chill was from attraction or repulsion, she couldn't really tell. When Marcel started speaking, Missie's gaze fell on his lips, and she listened in silence. His comments about her sounded like what fake psychics called 'cold reading', and she didn't seem impressed. A grin showed on her face for a moment. Who didn't have qualms about their own choices? And who didn't have tragedies in life? Missie's rational side tried to get her to disregard Marcel's words as an attempt to pretend to know much more than he did.<br/><br/>When he tilted her head up to the side, Missie didn't react. Something inside her screamed for a reaction, but her body didn't provide it. She was unsure about what the man would do, but whatever it was, she couldn't escape it now.<br/><br/>His question surprised her, though. She expected everything but a question. "No", her voice came, firm, but not loud. She was unsure about whether or not she did. But she didn't want that man in on her doubts about it. "I believe what I can see", Missie completed quietly. The sound she had heard - very faintly - was in her mind when she shook her head on a negative at his instruction about her departure. "Not yet", she counteracted. "What happened to Anne and the other girls?", the young woman asked, directly, her gaze now looking for Marcel's eyes.</div>