You wake up bound to something, vision blurry. Where...Jaime. Where's Jaime? Fear shoots through you at the thought of your best friend—and the guy you're secretly in love with and have been since you two got close at the beginning of college—being...whatever. Ever since he got that Scarab thing, shit's been crazy. You blink a bit to get whatever's in your eyes out, and see a ginger woman with crazed dark eyes and a designer suit.

"So you're the one who decided to try and go after that Mexican kid with the Scarab in him," She muses, almost to herself as she grabs your chin and makes you look up at her. "You love him, don't you?"

When you say nothing as an answer, she smacks you across the face before nodding to something in the corner of the room. "You either say the truth, or he dies. You understand me?"