"Could you sit on the chair?" Arisa pointed to her right, the far right corner of the enclosed walls.
Ren looked at a black manual recliner, adjustable swivel lounge chair with footrest, armrest, and wrapped wood.
His brows raised at the suspicious-looking chair, taking a step back in defiance. He gave a broad smile while trying to show how unfazed he was about the request.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of such an innocent-looking chair." Arisa's lips pursed in a taunt.
No matter what she would do, reverse psychology was not going to work in his case. "I wouldn't call that innocent."
He took glances from the chair and Arisa.
This was the only chair in the whole room, no other form of furniture other than a lonely table fixed to the wall on the opposite side.
"Let me guess, that table is also innocent." Ren shook his head.
Thinking things through, he couldn't find the logical reason for following Arisa without getting a brief preview of the said thing of 'importance'.
'I must have been brainwashed to follow her!'
"Tables are never innocent," she replied with a wry smile, patting her hand on the edge of the tabletop, then rubbing the tip in a very uncomfortable manner while looking at Ren, before she leaned on the table.
Raising her right leg and placing it on the tabletop a 90°, her dress' skirt fell on her crotch barely.
Ren frowned at the reference and her action, grimacing right after–wondering if she planned on seducing him with such a trick.
"Why was I called to this strange..." His voice trailed as he looked around himself, trying to make a name for the room they were standing in.
'Sealed tight make, more metal, no windows other than the air conditioner, bamboo flooring, with a metal table and a suspicious chair.' Ren internally facepalmed, there was no way this was going to be easy to name.
"Enclosure?" Arisa suggested in his stead, her big grin flashing at him with warmth.
'Lame but passable.' Ren thought with a sigh.
With a forced smile on his lips, he wished her more endeavors in her works.
Turning around so he could leave, the door automatically shut in front of him.
Slam!
'Okay, that's a first.' He slowly turned towards her.
The corner of her lips twitched continuously as she tried to control her emotions. "No one leaves until I say so, Ren."
'Crap!' Ren cursed at the suppressed crazed look of this strange beautiful lady.
Arisa looked like she was in battle with herself on her next action. She couldn't let Ren leave, not while his presence wasn't accomplished.
Her green eyes glowed amidst her creepy smile.
'Did I just set myself up with crazy?' Ren immediately regretted being curious enough to follow her.
"Look here, Miss..." Ren paused, frowning at the fact that he couldn't place a name on her but she had no issue with him.
Arisa's mood immediately switched to docile, "Arisa, you could call me just that."
"Arisa, I don't know why I was chosen or what's of importance," He tried to speak calmly, reasoning with her was the best approach to the weird hocus pocus in her eyes that she had displayed.
"I wish to return to my normal life." He concluded.
"Back to being called crazy? Haunted by those voices? Would you try to kill yourself again?" She narrowed her eyes, her voice chilly as her eyes glinted with a glow again.
This was the first time any of the venators had ever wished to return to the life they once dreaded.
"How the heck do you know about that?!" Ren snapped.
"The fact you are here is enough reason to know this. This was why you were singled out when you attempted that jump." She said with a slight chuckle.
"That was your doing?" He snarled, feeling that he had been recruited for some bigger plan against his wishes.
Arisa shook her head, even though she wished she had that sort of teleportation Sui, it was the work of one of the venators.
"That was the work of another venator's Sui in team Cerún, I would gladly do an introduction when he gets back from their mission."
'What makes you think I would stick by to be introduced?'
His eyes darted about their environment, his mind went into a frenzy. The memory of being trapped in an enclosed space in the rehabilitation center triggered him.
"I refuse to be manipulated again." He snarled, first it was the voice, now it was this beautiful devil in front of him.
Taking a defensive stance against her, he prepared to fight his way out of this if he had to.
Arisa blinked at his futile effort to go against her. His little experience with his Sui can't be compared with hers no matter how he tried without proper training.
"Ren, I do not want to engage, for your sake." She said with a smile. "All I ask is that you sit on that chair."
Ren was put in a dilemma, a part of him wanted to fight for the ounce of control he still had over himself, and another was skeptical about winning this battle, judging from her calm and collected behavior even after he had shown his willingness to duel for his freedom.
"Let me go!" He pressed on with his demand. "I don't want any of this."
"You don't choose your path, your path chooses you. You aren't special but just what you do that makes you special. Know the difference." Arisa pointed out, crossing her leg over the other.
'What is this, a pep talk?' Ren rolled his eyes at her words.
"I appreciate your high hopes for me..."
"Wrong, I don't have any about you–at least not yet." She laughed at how well she negated his words.
Ren frowned at the counter, if she didn't feel he was special, why was she putting all effort to keep him at the agency?
For all he could care, he might as well go crazy in here if he was treated like a lab rat cultured in a cage.
"You want out? All you need to do is sit on the chair and determine your next action." She wiggled her brows, nodding to the chair.