Through blurry vision she could just make out the blood that stained the walls and coated the floor. Excruciating pain racked her body, making it hard to think let alone move.

Her perked up ears picked up on the sounds of the blood-curdling cries of her mother and siblings.

Scanning the room her eyes locked with the black eyes of the very ghoul who was bringing out those pained voices, as he devoured the people she loved.

Distant laughter faded into the background as she felt someone roughly shake her shoulders, rousing her from her deep sleep.

And the very eyes that haunted her nightmares met with her (e/c) ones.

Her breathing sounded labored and sweat beaded on her forehead: she would've thought it strange, with her being a ghoul and all, but with her mind distracted she paid it no heed.

Those eyes, those black, soulless eyes belonged to Uta, the man she hated but also loved.

He destroyed her home, her family and who she used to be, but there was a part of Lena that couldn't stop loving him.

Yes it was a weakness, a very big weakness, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't forget the years she had spent with him.

But she was good at hiding it. It was buried deep and there was no way in ghoul-loving hell she was going to submit to Uta.

Lena abruptly sat up and swept away his hand, the one that was pressed to her clammy forehead.

"It seems you don't have a fever," he got to his feet and picked something up of the coffee table, before tossing it to her, "bad dream?"

"Something like that." She mumbled, studying the thing in her hands, the thing being a half-mask: it was black and had red-painted lips, her eyes were the only things that would be visible. She already had a mask, so why would she need this one? She asked the same to Uta. Who just said to put it on and follow him.

He picked up some keys and left the apartment. Lena presumed he was going to wait for her downstairs.

She looked about the room as she got ready. Living here wasn't something she had planned on, but with the attack that happened the other night, Uta felt it would be best if she stayed with him.

She hated the idea of course, but she had nobody else to rely on.

Sighing she shrugged on her jacket and left the apartment, closing the door behind herself.

She met Uta in the mask shop below and asked him where he was planning on going.

To which he just replied with a grin, "you'll find out when we get there."