Three

Interviews

"Alright," he spun around in his desk chair. "Now that you're here, which how did you even-"

"That is not important." She said curtly.

"Um I think it is."

"No."

"You broke into my house."

"I shall leave then..." She began to turn the doorknob.

Drew almost fell out of his chair. "Wait! I still have some questions that I would seriously appreciate being answered."

"I do not have to tell you anything."

Difficult as always I see... He sighed "Is there anything you can tell me? Any small detail would help."

The girl remained in a cold silence. Her eyes scanned the floor, thinking of something to say. But Drew spoke for her. "What about your name? Can you tell me that?"

"...would knowing what I am called really help to answer anything?"

"Maybe. I don't know it's a start."

She still keep quiet.

He sighed rubbing his eyes. "Fine whatever, why did you come here?" If there is a reason... Drew was beginning to think she just showed up randomly just to piss him off.

But she finally spoke,"I have news." She paused as if she didn't think he was listening.

He motioned to her continue speaking. "Go on."

"...I have been notified that over the past days nothing is being solved. The final result has not changed."

...What? None of this made any sense. Drew held his head in his hand. "Hold up. First off, what was or is trying to be solved? What is this final result thing? I'm thinking you don't even know what it is."

Ignoring him she continued, " So to accelerate the project, in two days time you will be confronted with a choice that will lead to life or death of not just your own life."

Drew went silent. So the car crash and hospital burning down wasn't enough? "Kinda heavy line to drop on someone late at night. Is that all?"

The girl made no expression as she turned to leave the room.

"You never told me your name." Drew called out.

"...Lisette."