[sara’s face settled into a cold mask. it was as if the man had no filter, truly spewing whatever crossed his mind. almost instinctively, she touched the side of her face, then let her hand fall back to her side. sara pulled the chair back and took a seat across from him. the coldness of his gaze made her wonder if he was truly human, and not some deranged beast dressed as a mortal.] where is it?