•Overhaul's POV•
"You said that you have been having nightmares again, Mr Chisaki. Would you like to expand on that? It may help you face your demons." Aiya, the psychiatrist, spoke softly. Her dark hair mixed with baby blue eyes was certainly alluring. And she certainly made a difference from my former doc.
And...
I'm back here. This damned room.
The only positive was that the sofa is moderately comfortable, especially in comparison to that block of concrete in my cell. Though, I admit that the minty aroma from the scented candles placed around the room did remind me of the lack of my mask and strangely emitted comfort.
"You're right." I matched her softly-spoken voice, eyeing her subtly.
I admit that she did not disappoint, from what I could see. I did notice she was following in my suit, her enigmatic gaze swept across my length, and I would've been turned-on if it weren't for my overbearing fatigue.
"You know, I also happen to find you strangely attractive." I commented. Perhaps if I can get her on my side, then she can help me escape.
"You do?" Her voice almost sounded breathy, and the fact she was questioning me was worrisome, unprofessional, even.
"What?" Something snapped in me, and suddenly I was on high-alert. Sitting up swiftly and hopping off the arm of the sofa, hands cuffed, I pivoted to gaze at her. This was a CCTV blind-spot, God knows why.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, placing a hand over her mouth, having presumably just realised she ruined her pretence. One side of her lips quirked up. "I guess the show's over, then." Aiya grinned and made an overly exaggerated twirl, her shape completely shifting. Her hair turned from dark, straight hair, to two blonde, sloppily done buns. Followed by her clothes completely shifting to some sort of make-shift sailor jumper combined with a royal blue skirt.
Shit. I think I remember who she is.
"Remember me?" The blondie grinned, skipping over to me and stopping, threateningly close to me. Her ever-famous knife hadn't appeared yet, nor her usual, over-sized mask.
"How could I forget?" I eyed her, sizing her up, despite my cuffed wrists. This was an awful security breach. Trust her to be from the League of Villains.
"Now, then. I will help you get out. And then you have to help me." She hummed, her sing-song voice really went straight through my head. It was aggravating.
"And what if I decline?" I grumbled, my eyes narrowing.
Of course, her knife wasn't far. In fact, it was just behind her back.
She swiftly pointed the sharp, metal blade at my neck, digging it in slightly. I could feel blood dribbling down my neck already. She does not play. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way, then." Her pout appeared, and she almost reminded me of a puppy. A stray puppy, obviously, because she wasn't exactly clean from what I could see. Or smell.
"How could I possibly help you?" I winced slightly, tilting my head away.
She still grinned at me, batting her eyelashes, before speaking.
"Simple. I need to find L/N F/N."