When you opened your eyes, you didn’t recognize a single thing around you.

This was not your room back at the Tower. You were in an unfamiliar large bed, in an unfamiliar dark room with no windows and no light save for that of a single lamp on a nearby desk. Seated at the desk with his back turned to you, however, was something—or someone—you did recognize.

Slade. You were alone with him. And you had no fucking clue where you were.

You sat up immediately, heart pounding, and the sound of the covers shifting alerted Slade. He turned around in his chair, and you saw that he was still wearing his mask. Of course he was; why would you think even for a second that he wouldn’t be?

“Ah,” he said calmly, rising from his seat. “I was wondering when you’d wake up.”

You tried not to panic. You realized you weren’t restrained, which meant he didn’t expect you to attack him—and most likely, he didn’t intend to hurt you.