<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie really didn't know what to expect from Marcel. He didn't seem angry, but the girl felt like she could not trust what her eyes showed her regarding the man. Even having known Marcel for such a short time span, Missie already distrusted him. For her most instinctive part, everything Marcel said and did felt like a well rehearsed play. It was false, fabricated, but the scariest part was that the girl couldn't - or didn't want to - penetrate the truth beneath the deception. "You know what I am speaking of... probably better than I do", Missie murmured softly. Her voice was almost calm, but she was terrified on the inside. It was some sort of off self-preservation instinct that made her not want to show Marcel her true fear. "This castle is nothing more to me than a workplace. And it will never be", the girl completed, after his comment on her learning what the castle meant to all its inhabitants.<br/><br/>When Marcel held her hand, Missie felt a chill down her spine. What would he do to her? And what did he mean when he said that the servants were fair game? All the worst kinds of images ran through Missie's mind at these words. Images able to rival a horror movie, fueled by fear and an active imagination. But he couldn't be serious, could he? The supernatural, vampires, ghosts, it was all just the stuff of stories to make people afraid of the night. He was just trying to scare her off of asking prying questions. Nothing more.<br/><br/>At least that was what Missie thought until Marcel bit her wrist. Missie's eyes turned huge in fear and surprise. He was... biting her? And... what was he doing? Missie could feel that the man was actually drawing blood. And not just a little either. She was starting to feel dizzy and weak when Marcel released her. Taking a few stumbling steps towards the couch, Missie dropped on it, her head resting on the arm of the couch and her gaze upon the man. Unlike Marcel, Missie was now slightly pale, and felt cold. His gaze made her wonder what he was doing now.<br/><br/>Whatever she expected, it wasn't for him to ask her to leave. Nodding, Missie rose from the couch slowly. She took a moment to stabilize herself. She needed to leave. Not only his room, she needed to find a way out of the castle, out of that cursed island. "Y-yes", she stammered, hoping she wouldn't collapse before reaching her room. "I... nothing", Missie murmured, making her way to the door of the bedroom and trying to stay awake and standing up, using every last reserve of strength she could muster.</div>