I'm not sure whether I should scream, try and overturn this chair or attempt to spit at the man who has just revealed himself to me. I recognise his face, the way eyes pierce through my very soul, the way his hair falls perfectly around his face. Yes, I know him.
"What do you want?" I look him in the eye. If you show you are scared, you show weakness. Captors will exploit any weakness, rest assured. Even if it's something comical like a fear of ants, dear God they'd exploit it.
I watch as the man gestures for the other men to leave to leave the room. I have a feeling he is hiding information from the rest of the group. A ringleader. He has all the control, he pulls the strings. I hear shuffled footsteps approach the door behind me and wait calmly for the echo of the door being forcefully pulled shut. The man leaves my side and heads to where the last sound was made, and it's not until I hear the sound of the locks being held firmly in place that I actually think there is a chance I could get out of here alive.
"I want you to listen very carefully Rosalind. I'll only be explaining this once."
I see his reflection approach where I'm situated. He drops his voice to barely a whisper.
"You have something that I want. Something very dear to me."
I keep my poker face in check, but my mind is racing. I don't know what he wants, nor does anything come to the forefront of my mind as I try to search for answers, clever responses. I stay silent.
"Do you know what that could be Rosalind?"
I stay completely still.
The man laughs.
"You have what I want and I have what you need Rosalind. I'll be back in ten minutes; it should give you enough time to think about it."
I don't watch or hear him leave. I squeeze my eyes shut and wish that Harry has managed to get the grid in some order, to find some information that could lead to my release. I think of tactics, way that I could play the game, keep myself on the front foot.
Then it hits me. I remember everything about him.