"Open the door." He says again. I twist the knife in my hand. My first instinct is always to protect myself, to have my guard up at all times. And everything about this man screams danger. It's written into his DNA. I hear him sigh. "I just want to talk."

I don't know why I've ended up here// but at least i have you// and you have me// and i know we can face this hell....together - Karma