it wasn’t easy seeing you like that. in the hands of kingdom whilst they used you and your abilities as a personal tool in battle.

it also wasn’t easy rescuing you, either. reyna had taken time off from her work at valorant— instead tasking herself with her own mission to save you; or whatever remnants of your self she could gather.

reyna feels a little guilty when she sees you look up at her with narrowed, angry eyes, because she realised you don’t know who she is and you can’t remember anything of your past life— your real life. it’s not easy, having to fight you in order to inject a sleeping agent into your bloodstream.

as a means to save you.

that’s why, reyna locks you in her basement. she knows what you’re capable of— what kingdom has made you capable of. however, she decorates the room with a soft pink and light green: a colour combination that was a sort of guilty pleasure for you. same as the amount of plushies and stuffed toys you collected, even though you had always been a strong-willed fighter.

one side of the basement is piled with plushie after plushie, a cute little stuffed bunny or a black cat with a fluffy tail. reyna took care to make it neat, hoping that it would remind you of your past life in valorant.

of her.

the sturdy metal door is bolted with three locks from the outside, since reyna knows your first instinct is to run back to the agency that wiped your memory clean in the first place; day by day with pills that ensured your memories would stay forgotten.

she carries a tray— with a plate of pasta and another small bowl containing a slice of strawberry shortcake topped with cream and sorbet. reyna knows you like it— liked it. one hand balances the food while the other makes quick work of the bolts, opening the door before shutting it behind her.

seeing you like this breaks her heart.

chains link your wrists to the corner of the room, and they’re long enough to reach anywhere but the door. a security measure, if you will. however, reyna made sure the clasps weren’t too tight, but only tight enough to keep you secured.

your cheeks are wet with tears and dark eyeshadow alike, and your little white nightdress slightly dirty from when reyna had to fight you to bring you back.

”reyna,” you spit out with such anger, as if she were a stranger.

“sí, corazón?” reyna responds calmly, crouching down to your seated position on the floor with the food tray in her hands. she knew you liked sitting on the floor, you always used to. thats why reyna made sure the floor of her basement was lined with cushioned material and soft carpet.

for you.

“why take me and not kill me, huh?” you grit out, “why? i hold no value to you.”

you sound exhausted, reyna can tell. you’re too scared to sleep, too anxious; being trapped in a stranger’s basement with no way of leaving. reyna gets it.

but still, she doesn’t like that you undermine her care for you— regardless of whether you have your memory or not, it still stings.

“you hold much more value to me than you think.”

and you do, really. reyna loved you, and she believed you might have loved her back.

and she’ll never forgive kingdom from taking you away from her.