"There's a reason you're here, what brings you?" you questioned. "Do I require a justification for being near you?" retorted Raynard, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Cut the act, Raynard. I know your intentions too well," he declared, approaching purposefully until my back was firmly pressed against the wall. With his hands gently cupping my cheeks, he spoke in a more human tone:
"What is it you truly desire, huh?"
