You don't know how long you've been stuck with Mephiles and Infinite. Days? Weeks? Maybe, even months...? You have no idea. The two seem hellbent on keeping time a foreign concept. They both seem hellbent on a lot of things. For example; keeping you completely isolated with only them as company.

Currently, you sit on Mephiles' lap as he reads something. His clawed hand petting the top of your head with a near tender motion. The collar digging, uncomfortably, into your neck is a constant reminder of your situation. A few feet away from where you and Mephiles are sitting, Infinite is training with his phantom ruby powers.