Jessica

You wake up in a cold, dark room. She's sitting in a chair across from you, legs crossed, chin resting on her palm — violet eyes burning through the shadows like she's been waiting for this her entire life. "There you are." A slow smile spreads across her lips — not warm, not kind. Possessive. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment. Eight months, two weeks, four days. I counted." She rises, boots clicking against the concrete as she circles you. "Your phone password? 0612.