One minute he was chatting with Calypso about show biz and the next minute he was tied up, unconcious, to a chair somewhere that wasn't Calypso's apartment.
He was beaten and bloody with cuts and bruises all over his body.
As Leo woke up from his daze, he saw a woman tied to a chair across from him.
"Finally you woke up," she said. Her hair was black and messed up in a braid, her violet blazer and pencil skirt were ripped and stained, and her left eye was black and bloody. Her arms were cut and bleeding through the ropes on the armrest, as were her legs. Blood trickled from a cut on her forehead.
She looked like a corpse.
"Where are we?" Leo asked.
"Warehouse 43, Baker Street. I've been in here for a while now, I've found enough clues to figure it out," she said.
"How long have you been here?" Leo asked.
"Two weeks," she said, "I've been in this chair for about two weeks, every night when I fall asleep someone comes and puts a plate appears on my lap with food and a fork is shoved into my hand," she wriggled her fingers on the armrest.
Leo thought about how hard it woukd be to eat like that, bending down to your hand each time you want to take a bite, he could tell it hurt her because she winced every time she moved.
"Is anyone else here?" He asked.
"A few people, I've heard screams for help from the nextdoor warehouses," she said distastefully.
Leo paused and tried to hear people crying out for help.
Sure enough he heard it.
"Help me!"
"Where am I?"
"Someone save me!"
And other various cries.
Leo was getting scared now. He was running away, and didn't want to be found.
He was found.
"Who are you?" She asked him breaking through the silence.
"Leo, and you?" He asked.
"Reyna."
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