Emmy was hesitant at first when he explained the story of the man behind the door.  She hadn't expected such a thorough story to be told.   But she didn't seem to mind it, the warmth of the heated was finally starting to thaw her rosy cheeks.   Emmy nodded as he asked her if she wanted to see him.  The story had peaked her interest and now she really wanted to know if this was real.<br/><br/>What she found was a bit heart breaking.  A young man, maybe around her own age, was shackled to the stone wall of a damp room.  The lighting was a bit dim, but she caught a glimpse of the man's face.   X's.  Large X's replaced where his pupils should have been in his large eyes.  Emmy didn't find herself scared by it though, it was more of a fascination.  If magic was real, then this boy was cursed and wasn't faking something for a prank show.   No, those pupils couldn't be contacts....they were much to real.   And his face, was an expression an actor couldn't pull off.  True terror, confusion, hatred, regret, loneliness all mixed in his strange expression.<br/><br/>Without asking, she took a few steps forward till she was standing right in front of the voodoo boy and simply observed his features.  His dark hair looked a bit matted and messy and his face was almost delicate looking.   He was a handsome young man, how unfortunate he had to be locked away like this.   Her hand reached out and at first it was hesitant, but it reached his cold skin and stroked his cheek lightly.   "What's his name?" She asked her hand slipped away from his face and she looked to the older gentleman.  The voodoo boy didn't look that dangerous at all, she had met many people in her life, and she could tell what a person was like from the way they expressed their emotions.  This boy, wasn't dangerous.