Ana stepped back as she pushed away from Christian. "What do you mean we can't leave?"

"Relax, I didn't mean it like that. The mansion is surrounded by a gate that's protected by armed security guards. Nobody gets in or out without our say so."

"But you live here, you can get through."

"I could, but you can't. They'd kill us both if they saw me sneaking you out."

Ana felt uneasy. Even the guards knew she was supposed to "stay" here. More like die here, she thought bitterly.

"What's going on?"

"As I said before, it doesn't matter what I tell you because you won't believe me. You have to remember on your own, Anastasia." He grabbed Ana's hands, making her look at him. "And when you do, just know I'm trying to make it right this time."

Ana nodded, feeling a little numb. What did he mean by 'This time'? She was sure it came out more eerie than he intended. "Then call the police. They'll help us."

Christian shook his head. "Can't do that either."

"Why not?"

Christian sighed, "Follow me," Ana was hesitant but followed him to the living room where a painting hung on the wall. It was a family portrait. Mia and the older man Ana killed earlier were in it. She assumed it was the dad. Christian and an older woman (the mom?), and another guy around Christian's age (the brother?) was also in the portrait. Ana couldn't be sure, but her heart pounded loudly in her chest. Was Christian just as crazy as the others?

"This is my family," Christian said slowly.

"So... you're a part of all this?" Ana said as she tried to keep her voice from quivering. She hoped she didn't sound as scared as she felt.

Christian tilted his head. "It's a little more complicated than that. We have a family business. I was born into it, and I'm good at it. The FBI has been hunting the Greys for a long time, but we're always one step ahead. We have people on the inside, dirty cops, lawyers, you name it. Even if you call the cops, we'll probably be let off before the day is done."

"But at least I'll be able to get away," Ana replied. That's all she wanted. She could care less about them doing whatever they were doing.

"For a while, yeah, but my family will hunt you and kill you for "embarrassing" them in the first place. You should just stay here until I get everything cleared up."

Ana didn't feel great about waiting to meet more psychos. Let alone watching Christian trying to convince them about why they shouldn't kill her. That's if he was telling the truth, and this wasn't just a ploy to keep her there. "Why are you telling me this?"

"It's nothing I haven't told you before, Anastasia," Ana glanced away. His tone and the way he was looking at her was too much. It was like everybody knew her, except her. "Stay close, I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

Ana wondered why he was trying to help her. He was obviously involved somehow with all of this, but she didn't know what role he played yet.

"Can you tell me something about us? Anything?" Ana pleaded. She didn't know what she could trust, but she hoped something would trigger a memory.

Christian nodded as if he wasn't sure he wanted to say anything or not, but finally decided to. "Well, in this business, it's hard to settle down. Then I found you. You changed everything, Anastasia."

Ana couldn't imagine herself changing much, but he was making her nervous, that's for sure. She looked down and twisted the ring on her finger. Was he her husband? Is that why he was helping her?

"Where we..." Ana fumbled to get the right words as she glanced at his left hand, which had no ring. She felt stupid and confused all over again.

Christian furrowed his brows, something he did when he was confused. A detail Ana knew for some reason.

"Where we what?"

"Nothing, I have to get out of there."

"Anastasia, stop."

"I have to find a phone."

"What are you going to ask me?'

"It's nothing!" Ana snapped. "If you wanna help me, leave me alone."

Christian didn't know why her demeanor had changed so quickly. "You're gonna die on your own," Ana frowned in response. She was desperate to leave, and Christian sensed this. "Look, my sister can disguise you in her clothes so we could get past the guards. I'd have to convince her to help us, so wait here."

Ana felt her panic rising. Mia was his sister. She couldn't imagine Christian still trying to help if he knew she killed her.

"I can ask her," Ana said.

"You two weren't on the best terms. I don't think that's a good idea."

"I remember her," Ana lied. "Just let me talk to her alone, please." He nodded and said he'd be up in ten minutes if she weren't back. Ana went into Mia's room and locked the door. Her body was still in the middle of the room, her neck twisted badly. Ana couldn't stomach moving her, so she stepped over her and began looking for a phone. She planned to call the police, then hide until they arrived. Ana had no intention of seeing Christian again. She didn't trust anybody.

Ana had no luck finding a phone, and she couldn't go back out the door, so she went out of the window. It wasn't scary. There was a big balcony that stretched around to other rooms. She peered into the next window over and saw an empty bedroom. The window was already open, so it was an excellent opportunity. She climbed inside the large room, it had to be the master bedroom. It had a massive painting of the man and woman she saw in the picture earlier. Only this one had their names Carrick&Grace written on it. It was clearly the older guy she had killed at first. Ana shuddered and avoided looking at it as she continued her search for a phone with no luck.

That didn't detour her, because there was another door in the room that leads to an office. It was an incredibly perfect office with nothing out of place. It was almost too neat. Ana looked in every drawer and shelf, but only found folders filled with blank papers. It made no sense. Why would a fake office be set up here? Ana kept searching for something, anything that would make sense, but nothing was there. There was even a coffee mug on the desk to make it look like somebody used this place. Ana picked up the cup, intending to smash it in frustration, but it didn't get fully off the desk. Instead, it just flipped back like a switch, and the wall behind her slide open like a door.

"What the-" Ana began as she watched the wall reveal an elevator behind it. This wasn't her first time seeing this, and she knew what horrors it leads to, but she also knew that there where phones down here.

Ana felt herself shaking as she pressed the button, and the elevator dinged open. The memory was piecing itself together as she reluctantly stepped in, feeling her skin crawl just thinking about being in this place again. She closed her eyes as she began to remember the first time she was here...