"Hey, don't go!" Roxas said, chasing after Naminé. "I'm not like the rest of them. I mean, it wasn't even a guy. It was a one-time thing and the girl wanted to try it out and I just went along…"

He followed her closely, prattling on and on about whatever obscene, dungeon-porn inspired sex act he could think of involving anal penetration. Apparently his character was a freak in the sheets, tied up or not. He wanted to slap himself. This poor girl must've thought so lowly of him.

They descended to a lower floor, and Naminé led him down another long hallway with more doors on each side. She stopped at one and opened it. A bedroom.

Roxas stopped talking. This was an… interesting development. Roxas the character found Riku and Naminé attractive. Roxas the agent recognized that Riku was an attractive guy, but not in the same way that he saw Naminé as an attractive girl. He recollected his thoughts. Now wasn't the time to lose focus.

"It seems my stories have affected you," he said teasingly. "As crazy as my past experiences have been, I still ask that you be gentle."

"No. Whatever you're thinking, no. Not in a million years," Naminé said.

Roxas shrugged, though he did wonder if she'd be singing a different tune if the character he created was more in line with what he was actually like. Nevertheless, he stuck to it. "I wasn't the one to lead us to a room. You're sending some very mixed signals, Naminé."

"Well then let me make myself very clear." Naminé stepped into the room and put her hand on Roxas's chest, keeping him from coming in. "It's late, I am stranded in some fucked up mansion, I was just pulled around on some wild goose chase, and now I need some sleep. I don't care what the hell you do, but you are not going to be in the same room when I can't readily defend myself."

Roxas cringed. He definitely went overboard with his persona. "I would never do something so deplorable! I'd be content to watch you sleep."

"Ew. Just don't. I'm already trapped in a real nightmare. I don't need any more fuel for the sleeping kind."

Roxas sighed. It'd be better if he could keep an eye on her at all times in case anything crazy happened, but she'd probably be safe in the room. "As you wish. I'll sit out here until you wake up, guard the door for you."

"And I'll tell myself you won't be there when I wake up," Naminé said.

"Sweet dreams, Naminé." He blew her a kiss. "You complete me," he mouthed.

"Ugh." Naminé slammed the door in his face.

Roxas rested against the wall and slid down, chuckling quietly. When this was all over, he was going to buy this girl a coffee to not only debrief her, but apologize for being such a strange kid. She was going to take a lot of bad memories away from this place. He hoped he could have a role in helping her heal when it was done, and he'd start by deconstructing the persona he'd built to protect her.

As the minutes passed, Roxas became more aware of how tired he had become as well. It was then that he noticed how quiet this area of the mansion was—he couldn't hear the music or feel the bass that seemed to reverberate throughout the entire property. Naminé must've kept that in mind when she stopped on this particular floor. Smart girl.

He leaned his ear closer to the door. Nothing. It was as if the room was soundproof too. She must've fallen asleep already.

"Guess I'll rest up myself," Roxas whispered. He closed his eyes, letting his fatigue pull him into slumber.