I didn't know what else I could say to Mai to make her calm down. She'd been crying and hugging me for what seemed like five minutes now, without telling us anything!

"Mai sweetie, you need to tell us what's going on. We can't help you if we don't know anything." I said calmly to her. I felt her release me from her grasp and wipe her eyes. She sat up and looked at me. She was extremely pale, which only made the bags under her eyes look worse.

"Well, are you going to tell us about your dream?" Naru asked, like the insensitive moron he was. "Because we've been waiting here for a while."

"Naru will you stop being such a jerk!" Bou said. "She's obviously terrified. Can't you be a bit more sensitive towards her feelings?"

"Why would I care about the feelings of an employee?" Even Lin gave him the evils then.

"It's okay, I'll tell you." Mai said quietly. "I've been having the same dream all week. I've been afraid to go to sleep, which is probably why I collapsed earlier. I haven't slept much at all lately."

I stood up and sat on the sofa next to her. She grabbed the young girls hand squeezed it slightly and looked at the teenage girl.

"You need to tell us about your dream Mai." I told her. I saw tears glisten in her eyes, but they quickly disappeared.

Mai then went on to explain the dream.

I was standing in a bedroom. Nothing special, just an ordinary bedroom. There was a double bed with plain white sheets, a wooden wardrobe, a dressing table with a mirror and an antique looking chest of draws.

I was clutching onto a crumpled up photo. For some reason I was crying, but I couldn't figure out why. Naru hadn't done anything that had made me cry lately. I thought that if I looked at the photo, it might give me some clue to why I was crying. I walked over to the dressing table that was stood next to the window. It was dark outside. The faint pitter patter of rain against the window sill could just be heard through the howling winds that were blowing a gale outside.

I smoothed out the photograph on the mahogany dressing table in front of me. On it was a picture of a man. He had brown wavy hair that was medium length and blur eyes. He was wearing a pair of brown trousers and a blue pullover. For some reason when I saw that man I started to cry even more. Who was this man? On the back of the photo there were a few scribbled words jotted down.

Kaito in the garden – 17th June 1974

I looked at the mirror attached to the dressing table and gazed at my reflection. My eyes were full of sadness and loneliness, along with what looked like a mix of hatred and terror. They were puffy and red and my mascara had run down my face. I paused to rub my eyes, trying to stop the tears that were still falling. When I opened my eyes again and looked in the mirror, there was someone stood behind me. A woman with an insane look in her eyes.

"Hello Shiori. Didn't think you could escape from me did you?" I tried to bolt through the bedroom door, but she reacted quicker than me and grabbed onto my wrist, yanking it back towards her. I yelped in pain and screamed for help, but nobody could hear me. I knew that. We were in a rundown mansion in the middle of nowhere, and there was nobody in the house apart from the two of us. Nobody was coming to save me.

She threw me onto the floor and jumped on top of me, pinning my arms down above my head. I screamed and struggled against her as hard as I could, but there was nothing I could do. She brought her free hand up to my face, revealing a rather sharp looking knife. She held it against my cheek and pressed it into my skin.

"You should stop struggling, unless you want that pretty little face of yours to get slashed to ribbons. I bet that if he saw how you looked now, he wouldn't have chosen you over me" I tried to thrust my hips up hoping that she would lose her balance, giving me an advantage but it just made her angrier.

"STOP IT! STOP IT YOU BITCH! YOU STOLE EVERYTHING FROM ME…and now I want revenge." She smiled at me and pressed the knife harder into my skin, cutting me. She traced the blade all the way down my cheek, licking her lips at the same time. I cried out in pain as the warm red liquid ran down my cheek and pooled onto the floor around my head, staining my hair a dark burgundy colour.

My cries of pain didn't affect her in any way, she just carried on cutting. First, she did the same to my other cheek, and then carved something on my forehead.

"Now everybody will know that you're a slut"

She then made her way down to my arms, where she carved jagged lines down them, like the cracks in the ceiling I could see above me. After a while, the pain all blended into one intense feeling of agony. The cries turned into yells, the yells turned into screams, and then the screams turned into silent prayers. I was surprised that I hadn't died of blood loss yet, considering how much of my own blood I was lying in.

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am?" The woman asked with a crazed look in her eyes. "I highly doubt that. Why aren't you dead yet? You should be dead by now…oh well. All the more fun for me!"

I think she got bored of me after a while, because a few minutes later, she just started stabbing me in the gut and yelling at me to just die already. I think I had become numb by then, because I either couldn't feel the pain any more or I had just gotten used to it, if that's even possible.

I heard her whisper one last thing to me before the darkness enveloped me.

'I'll be waiting. I know you're coming."