A/N: Sorry this chapter is super short! I like the ending though :) I bet you all can figure out what's going to happen next.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

"Lass!" Brynjolf's gasps wake me. I open my eyes to see him standing at the doorway to the bedroom. His hood was still covering his face, indicating he returned only recently.

"Bry-"

Before I could finish, he covers my mouth with his hand. "We have a guest we need to intimidate," he states.

"We're thieves," I remind him. "Not assassins!"

"This person claims to be Dragonborn," Brynjolf chokes. "Isn't that the title your..."

My mind shuts him out before he could finish his statement. If he is ignorant enough to claim himself as Dragonborn, he must be Miraak. Without a response, I grab my hood and pull it over my face. I equip a blizzard spell, the most powerful spell I know.

Did they bring Miraak into Nightingale Hall?!

If that's the case, I have to ready.

"Brace yourself," I whisper to Brynjolf. We make our way into the main living area, where Karliah had a man tied to a chair with a black bag over his head. The man was very scrawny, from what I could see from under his rags. He was very calm, breathing slowly but heavily, probably from being dragged here by Brynjolf and Karliah.

It can't be Miraak... he wasn't that scrawny. Plus if anything, he'd summon a dragon to help him escape.

It must be Kirito!

I approach Karliah, gesturing her to step away from the man. She approaches me, and I whisper to her what I said to Brynjolf, "brace yourself." That being said, she pulls out her Daedric bow, gifted to her by yours truly, and reaches for an arrow in her Daedric quiver.

I don't want to kill Kirito, but I want answers. Answers to questions I cannot ask in front of Karliah and Brynjolf. I have to show him that I'm not going to hurt him.

I slowly and gently pull the bag off his head, only to fall forward, facing the floor. I drop the bag on the floor, and reach for his chin. He doesn't pull away, and is helpless as I pull up his face for me to see.

The man wasn't of Asian descent... he was a Hispanic looking man; he's got tan skin with whiskers on his face, and a messy mainstream hipster haircut.

He's not an NPC.

Who is this?!

The man opens his eyes, revealing them to be the same color as his hair: brown, like the warmest chocola-

Oh my god.