The shadows began to dance along the wall as the sound of a match being lit was heard and was lightly held in the air before it lit the tip of a normal wax candle that rested in a candlestick, the room was spacious but everything was spinning and the dancing shadows was no help, there was no other sound besides the breathing of the hostage and the very light cracking of the candle wax being melted. A slight hum filled the room and it slowly awakened the hostage as they slowly looked up and saw an additional figure, the shadow illuminating the wall.

"Je sais que ce n’est pas l’idéal, mais we’ve got some things to discuss. I hope you’re not too uncomfortable. It’s a bit of a rough setup, but it’ll do." A voice finally spoke up which was quite a relief since the only thing from earlier was silence, his heavy accent was revealing he wasn't fully American but was fluent. A hum transformed into a light chuckle as the corner of his lips raised into a taunting smirk. The man eventually stepped out of the shadows and was shuffling a deck of cards. "I didn't properly introduce myself, the name is Remy LeBeau, le diable blanc, The Gambit.. I'm sure you know."

"Listen, cher. I ain’t here to hurt you but I merely borrowed you from those who adorn you," his Cajun-French accent made it slightly difficult to understand since he spoke pretty quickly and expected the hostage to immediately understand him. "Je dois t’avouer quelque chose. Malgré tout, I’ve grown to care about you. This whole mess... it’s been more difficult for me than I’d like to admit." The man smiled as he leaned forward and tucked his deck of cards away.

"I know it’s strange to hear this now, and maybe it’s too late for apologies. But the truth is, I’ve come to appreciate you more than I ever expected. C’est difficile à expliquer, but looking at you, it’s made me rethink a lot of things." The man hummed as his smirk turned into a wide grin. "I can’t change the past, cher. I just wanted you to know that, despite the circumstances, I care about you."