The doors open to reveal an enormous grey, but bare room with minimal lighting that reflects off the slick walls. I follow Kylo to the centre, nearly running into his back when he suddenly halts. He removes his helmet with a slight click, then holds it under his right arm. He glances down at me and tries but fails at sending me what I think is supposed to be a comforting smile.

Next thing I know, a gigantic, ghostly holographic image of a deformed man sitting on a throne fills the once empty space in front of us. He's not actually that big, is he?

"Kylo Ren," he says in a powerful, resonating voice, "This is her." I'm left staring up at him, the pale, scarred man. But those eyes, those blue and piercing eyes. They seem so hollow and reveal absolutely nothing. He turns his frighteningly cold, detached gaze on me and a sudden chill runs down my back as I take half a step backwards. We hold each other's stare for an unknown amount of time before I must look away.

"Leave us," says the Supreme Leader leaning back in his chair. He glances at Kylo momentarily to which my brother gives a slight bow before complying. When the door clicks shut, Snoke waves a hand in a supposedly calming gesture saying, "My dear girl, there is nothing to fear quite yet."

A brief pause.

"Do you know why I chose Kylo? Hmm?"

A long, breathy intake of air.

"He is neither of the light nor the dark. He is between the two conflicting entities. The kind of power a person can wield if they can control both sides of himself is great. It's what we need to rise over the galaxy."

He looks to the side seemingly bored. His eyes flicker back with their unnerving gaze set upon me once again.

"But why you, hmm? You, on the other hand, lean more into the darkness. It is your shroud, it's how you have survived, and it has made you strong." he continues.

He looks away once more seeming to ponder over something. Suddenly, "You will train with your brother until further notice."

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. Still, I hope he will dismiss me soon.

"Tell me though, why are you here?" he asks. The question hits me with such an intensity. I look to the ground. Why am I here? It's not just because I missed my brother.

"I wish to prove myself," I hear myself say.

"To whom?" he inquires while never breaking eye contact.

"To my family," I answer.

I see the ghost of a smirk form on his face as a reaction to my response and I am once again fearful about what is brewing inside his wicked, malformed head. I anxiously wait for another question, some command.

"And you shall, in time, my dear," he says, then as slow as possible, "but for now, you are dismissed."

The holographic image of my new master flickers before vanishing from sight. I take a moment to think through what just happened. I'm under his command now. I am to be trained by my brother, a man feared throughout the entire galaxy. But most importantly, I have basically pledged my allegiance to the First Order, to the dark side, to the point of no return.