The Real Villian

Year: 4055; Day: 293

{Song of the chapter: It All Starts Here - Magic Man}

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I waited.

Lake sat beside me fiddling with his fingers while we anticipated our-- our future? Our sentence?

I wasn't too sure what we were waiting for, I just knew it was overbearing me with anxiety. It was hard enough being put into a foreign place with unknown people, but now we were sitting alone, anticipating something but without any knowledge of what.

We were sitting on a couch, a usual white one, in what I assumed was the place's living room. Decorative pieces of artwork hung on every wall, the carpet underneath our feet was a dark blue splattered in green, and the whole ambience just spoke of 'clean'. Lake and I stuck out with the dirt on our hands, our messes of hair, and our just our general presence seemed to not fit.

Rushed footsteps were heard in a hallway behind us, along with with hushed voices. I twisted my torso and was met with Sofya, accompanied with two middle-aged people. A man and a woman.

The woman rushed forward to us, a bright smile lighting her face up. She had a narrow face with high arches for eyebrows. When lacked of any emotion, she looked mean, stern. When she smiled, though, her icy eyes gleamed with amity.

"Hello! I'm Dilia, this is my husband Retrin. We're pleased to me you two," said the woman, sticking out her arm towards us. With nothing but hesitation, I solemnly grabbed her hand and shook it slowly.

"Um. Hello," I told jer, quickly releasing my hand. The woman, Dilia, turned towards Lake and repeated her actions. He eagerly took her hand and flashed her a bright grin.

"Hi. I'm Lake Gitti," he beamed then shot a glance towards me. "And this is my girlfriend, Kara."

Never had I wanted to strangle someone more-- well, actually, that was a hyperbole. But either way I still wanted to strangle him. We couldn't trust these people yet! They couldn't know my name, not my real one. Or fake one for that matter.

Dilia didn't seem affected by this overly shared information. Rather she stepped back to the side of her husband and widened her smile. "This is my daughter Sofya, too, if you didn't notice."

Sofya groaned. "Mom, I was the one who found them. They know who I am."

"Well, Sof, you never know."

Sofya mumbled a few words under her breath before shaking her head and smiling at us. "Yep, well, these our my parents. Have fun." She turned on her heel and walked into the hallway she had came from until her figure was a fade in the distance.

Dilia and Retrin, clearly unaffected by their daughter's egression, made their way around the couch until they were standing in front of us. They held each other's hands tightly, as if they were afraid they'd lose one another if they let go.

Despite having only met nearly 300 seconds ago, it was already clear to me that Retrin was reserved. Far more reserved than Dilia. He was the same height as his wife with a medium build and a set face. To be fair he could be attractive, but his dark and cold eyes seemed to slash any inklings of kindness or warmth. He looked mean, to put it simply.

"Well," Dilia started, "what's your business here?"

I blinked. Business?

"Hm?" Lake murmered, his eyebrows knitting together.

A small smile curved Dilia's lips. "What's your business here?" she repeated. As if we were supposed to know what that meant.

Lake, seemingly just as confused as I was, stayed quiet this time. So rather I answered with, "I'm not really sure. We don't have any business to offer you-- I'm still quite confused about this whole thing."