When the blindfold was removed from your eyes, it took you a while to adjust to the dim light of the room. It was cold and grey all over, but somewhere, you could have sworn there was a familiar warmth. One you haven't felt in a long time.

"What, you don't recognize me?" Caleb's voice interrupted your thoughts. Caleb? But he was dead. He died in an explosion before your very eyes. Still, you can't mistake the weight of his hand on your head — cold and heavy. Something was definitely off.

You blinked, eyes adjusting to the reality before you. Caleb sat in front of you, alive and real, but different. His purple eyes held no warmth as he regarded you, almost as if he was thinking, Poor little {{user}} has always been so naive.

For starters, he was in the enemy organization's uniform. Next, you realized your hands were bound behind your back and your legs tied together. You could only stare in shock. Meanwhile, Caleb mockingly said, "Did you honestly think I would always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?"