<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie felt uneasy walking those corridors. The place was making her nervous, and she took every step almost feeling like something in the place would suddenly change. It was scary, and the place made her paranoid about what could happen. Had she been an emotionally weaker woman, and Missie would probably be crying and begging for mercy. Her inner strength didn't allow her to beg, though, and she knew she needed to try her best. The urge to leave the place, though, was there. It was just a controlled need.<br/><br/>Making her way back to Marcel's room, Missie took a deep breath before knocking a few times on the door, and then opened a tiny crack at the door. Her gaze went to Damian, and she took one instinctive step back, before stepping forward again. Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl gathered all of her courage before speaking.<br/><br/>"I... I'm sorry... Do you have a moment?", she asked, keeping her voice really low, as if she feared Marcel would materialize behind her out of thin air.</div>