The night sky had fallen upon the castle near the non-existent; seemingly being showcased by the moon's proud shimmer, was a small sketchpad, pictures of countless false occurences being held in its' pages. The notepad gently lay flat across the lap of an innocent girl, whom was being forced by ones threat to perform unwanted actions using her irregular gift. As she added all of the finishing touches to her work, she never thought once of the immense mayhem she had just caused in a young boys life. She had taken a break from distorting his chain of memories, she sighed and looked around the epmty, white room that had been containing her all this time. She was surprised when she felt a bit of regret for a moment from time to time. She disbanded such thoughts that merely linked her to more questions that would remain unanswered.

She quickly hurried back to work as she spotted a dark area on a nearby wall as it began to grow darker and larger. She slightly glanced upward to see who was going to order her around this time, when she stopped her work altogether once she determined she hadn't met this person before. She was sure this figure was an organization member due to their being dresses in the trademark black cloak; but this assumed member had their face covered by the cloaks' hood, and the shadows cast from the hood. The figure walked closer toward the girl, tensening every muscle in her body. The figure was standing right next to the girl now, she looked up to try and see a face, but all that was visible from her view were the white of his eyes and the medium shade of brown hair just above them.

The mystery person looked down at her sketchbook, as it finally broke the silence, confirming this figure's gender, "So, how long to plan to do this to him?" he asked, flipping through pages of the pad. The girl was at a loss for words, this caused the male figure to speak once more, "You just plan to stay in hiding as you slowly tear this innocent boy apart?" he finished, placing the sktchbook back in her lap.

The girl now knew what to say, "I-I'm not tearing him apart..." the girl fell silent again after her opposition.

The guy walked around her chair in an interrogative manner.

He spoke once more, making her wish he would stop and leave her alone. You are tearing him apart, you are ruining the very thing that drove this boy to come here!" he got louder this time, but maintiained his calm exterior in the end of this little outburst.

What he said had really caught the girl's attention, she was now thinking of what to say once more. Just then, another dark portal had formed on a nearby wall.

Before the figure even fully came out of the darkness, it had already started to speak, "You better not give her second thoughts on this assignment, Ste-"

"He's not."

The newly appeared female figure was interrupted by the girl, who surprisingly defended the male who had just enforced the previously dismissed doubts in her mind. The female figure was taken aback, pulling down her cloaks' hood, revealing her crystal blue eyes, and her slicked back blonde hair, and most of all, the fury in her facial expression. She began walking toward the girl, seemingly getting angrier with each step.

"How DARE you interrupt me!! You insolent fool, Namine!! I don't know who you THINK you are, but you-" during this moment the male stood infront of Namine, as a glow formed by his hand, as a blade--half key, half sword, was summoned in his grip as he cut in,

"She THINKS she's my friend, as do I, Larxene." the female, Larxene, was angered even further by the male gripping his crimson, silver, and black Keyblade.

Larxene gripped his Keyblade firmly, and tossed it across the room, only to see it glow from its place on the floor, and re-appear in his grip once more.

Larxene gripped the guy's arm and created a dark portal with her other hand, "You're coming with me!"

As she dragged him through the portal, he was able to call out one last thing before his voice faded in the darkness, "Don't forget, Namine! You have a choice!" the male, Larxene, and everything that had just happened, was now out of the room.

Namine just sat in her chair, as she began to process all of what just happened.