Humidity. Thick. Hard to breathe. Ariel struggled to sit up. Struggled. She was tied up. Ariel opened her mouth to speak, but stopped abruptly when she saw a looming, redheaded figure standing over her. Scream or fight? She asked herself. A voice inside her head quickly responded. Don't fight yet. You don't have the upper hand yet girl! "Who are you?" Ariel asked, controlling her urge to scream and lash out. The figure smiled, leaning down into a comfortable squatting position. "I'm Hunter, and you must be very frightened my child," He said softly, flicking a rogue tendril of black hair from her face. Why, he can't be much older than me! Ariel mused, sizing up the man. He was tall, about 6 feet or so. With blood red hair, and golden hawk eyes. His clothing was immaculate. He seemed no older than 24. But he had the air of someone much older. Someone who had become accustomed to getting what he wanted. Hunter 's disposition screamed authority. Ariel glanced around the room, hoping to gather more information as to where she was. Expensive, she thought. The room was full of old highly polished wood, steel, and beautiful drapery. The chair she was tied to would've been comfortable if she.well, hadn't been attached to it. "Why am I here?" Ariel inquired, looking at Hunter straight in his golden eyes. The man stood up abruptly. Hunter smiled. "Have you noticed the weather lately?" He turned to the window. Rain began to patter the pane of glass.