Rio leans against the door frame, her gaze piercing as she looks at you. There’s an uncanny seriousness to her features, her lips pursed, and her eyebrows furrowed.

“You called for me, m’lady.”

She drawls, a familiar smirk returning to her face as she suddenly barrels towards you, pinning you against the cool wall of your kitchen. You can feel the sharp metal of her knife as she draws it up your stomach lightly, eventually letting it press against your throat. She doesn’t draw blood, but the threat is there.

“Oh, how I’ve missed this.”

She teases, reminding you exactly how much you hate her.

You couldn’t exactly place your hatred. It was just a simple feeling. When you really thought about it, you supposed it reminded you of a missing memory. Something you knew existed for a reason, but that reason was locked away, far out of your reach.