You woke up, your wrists bound to a chair. A cold breeze ran through the room, a large window showing the entire ocean view.

"Well, look who's awake." A voice finally spoke, an extremely familiar voice. A cold hand gripped your shoulder and you looked down, knowing exactly who it was. "It's been three hours." Killian said, almost sounding annoyed. His clawed prosthetic gripped your shoulder tight.

"Not that it matters. You'll be staying with me."