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His shoes clicked softly against the stone floors. It was nothing short of a miracle that the hideout had not been discovered by now. Then again, the large building was no different from any other structure in London. Nothing suspicious about it. All the staircases and hallways were eerily familiar and ghostlike. Even though it was broad daylight outside, a shadow hung over the area.

Cassian counted the steps he took, listening as they echoed. Once or twice he'd peek into an empty room that he regonised from so long ago, or look behind him to see if anyone had been following him. Only his own shadow clung to the walls.

Finally, he came to a stop outside of his old bedroom. The door was rotting on its hinges, half of it had already fallen off. He could see into the room, but he did not go in. Instead, he hovered in the doorway for a moment, pulled his coat around his shoulders and kept walking.

He did not know why he went back to that place when it held nothing but torture. He reminded himself that Delilah was no more, but he could not shake the feeling that something was still lurking in the shadows. He expected to round a corner, and run into Cassandra again, or check inside of a room and see Jizabel asleep there. Cassian shuddered and sped up.

His feet soon carried him to another familiar place. The doctor's old bedroom. The door was swung wide open, and Cassian walked in.

Everything was nicely furnished. A four post bed stood against the wall, with soft linen sheets still rumpled on the bed. Cassian smiled sadly. No matter how composed Jizabel looked on the outside, he really was a mess. Thick curtains shielded the windows, but an out of place beam of sunlight shot through the darkness. Cassian walked to the window, flinging open the shades. The balcony outside was starting to crumble, and by the looks of things the doves that usually resided in the tree straight ahead of him had long since left.

The luxury did not fool him. He knew that this room was nothing but a prison cell, the whole building was. The organization trapped whoever joined it. Anger built up inside of Cassian as he recalled all the nights he'd spent in that room, bandaging the crimson stains on his superior's body.

Jizabel would never dream of crying in front of his father. It wasn't until long after he'd endured his punishment that he would fall apart, and he would only do so in front of Cassian.

He must've trusted me to some degree then…

He lingered a moment longer before turning around.

I just wish I could see him one more time…

A sigh escaped his lips as he stood in the room.

I wonder if I could change his mind about people. I know that he didn't believe in love…but somewhere deep down I know that he only acted like that to please his father. Surely no one was really that bitter towards humanity…if he was then why didn't he kill me? There were so many times that he could have and should have pushed me away…so why didn't he? I just don't know…

He finally sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair. Nothing really seemed to matter anymore anyway.

Maybe he really did feel something after all. When I saved his life that one time… Cassian recalled the incident that had landed him with the body he had now. I could have sworn he was crying. He thought, bringing his gaze to the open door.

"Cassian!" the voice from the shadows of the doorway was oddly similar to that of-

Cassian felt his stomach knot, and an uneasy feeling crept over him. He glanced at the ground. A card with an ominous border landed at his feet.

"Death…" he murmured softly, picking it up in shaking fingertips before staring at the doorway again. "who are you?"

"Why, you of all people should know, Cassian." No…that voice…it couldn't be…

"D-doctor…?" he could barely form the words. His breath hitched in his throat as the person previously hidden by the shadows stepped forward.

"What's the matter, Cassian. You wanted to see me, did you not?"