"Seven, you want answers, right?" Kianna and I are standing right outside the building where Livia and the rest of the group is supposedly in. The top of the building feels miles away, and windows line the sides. I can't even tell what kind of building it is. It's just mashed in between two other buildings that look exactly the same.

"I guess so." My stomach is nagging at me again. I really, really don't want to be here.

"Well, this is the one way to get them."

My heart is beating fast, "So, what exactly is going on?"

"Livia knows you're here and apparently she won't give us anything until you're far, far away," Kianna scoffs.

I look at her then back at the towering building. "So, why are we bringing me closer? I thought you said we wanted answers."

She sends me a quick glare, the green in her eyes vibrant. "She doesn't have the right to send you away. If anything, it's the other way around." She says the last part to herself, grunting in obvious annoyance.

"Um, Kianna, I don't know if you might be having memory issues, too, but I've already said I don't remember her at all."

Her lips tilt upwards slightly, "Yeah, well, let's just say you weren't the one at fault"

"At fault of what, Kia?"

"Don't worry about it." As she begins to stride towards the doors of the building, my hand shoots out to grab her arm. She jumps, startled. I'm a bit startled myself, to be honest.

"Kianna, I have to know something. I don't want to run in there blind. It's all I ever do anymore."

She looks back at me again, her expression softening, "Fine. But we move while we talk."

I nod my head and we begin walking into the building.

She doesn't look at me as she begins spewing out a hasty mess of words, "So, awhile ago, all of us used to actually work together. We were a family of sorts. We lived in the same house- the house Damien now owns. We breathed the same air, we worked the same jobs, we helped each other out. It wasn't perfect, but it was nice. And Livia," she makes a gagging motion and I roll my eyes, "thought she was the best. Still does, apparently. You and Zach were really close, and I think she got majorly jealous. So she manipulated Zach into hanging out with her instead. You got really sad for a while, but I think you knew you couldn't do anything, so you didn't. It was a bit tiring to just watch you mope around.

"Then, one day, you walked in on them while they were making out or something. You froze, and Zach and Livia almost immediately noticed you. Then, you got angry. Zach told me that he'd never seen you like that before. You started yelling about how Death was going to get rid of them and how it was against the rules. That's when the rest of us came in. Suddenly, Zach was yelling, too. Honestly, I remember it felt almost relieving to hear you two finally talking," she pauses, "but then, out of nowhere, Zach walked up and shoved you against the wall. His anger had gotten the best of him." Her gaze is glued to the floor as we approach an elevator, "You, like, completely shut down. You ran to your room, and locked yourself up. For weeks. I don't think you ate and I doubt you slept. You didn't let anyone in, and you didn't come out. I don't think Death himself even asked you to leave to do a job.

"Zach tried to apologize for a while. He constantly tried to bring food or water or even milkshakes up to you, but you didn't respond once, and eventually, he gave up. He left. Maybe he thought it would be best for you. He made Livia leave, too. They went their separate ways. Only then, you came out of your room again. And you seemed perfectly fine. You were so happy. As if nothing had happened. I think we assumed you just didn't want to talk about it. So we never did. I guess maybe your mind just shut down and forced you to forget about it or something." Kianna stops speaking, and her head tilts up to see my reaction.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe and I can't think and I don't know why I came here why I cared why I wanted answers. My heart is beating too fast and too slow and my head is pounding. Kianna stands still, her expression frozen. I try to find my voice for a few moments, "I- all I remember is that they left. I didn't- I don't remember anything like that."

Kianna's hand raises to squeeze my shoulder, "Hey, it's ok. We all know Zach didn't mean to. Livia was just in his head, is all."

"But, I-"

"No, Seven. Livia is to blame. Which is why she doesn't get to make you leave. It's why we are going to force the answers from her." Kianna sets her gaze with a determined expression. She steps into the open elevator whose silver doors I hadn't even seen opened. She turns her gaze straight into my eyes and holds a hand over the doors to keep the elevator from closing, "You coming?"

I can't even focus on one thought, but my feet move according to their own will and I'm stepping on the elevator, on my way to see someone I don't want to see don't want to hear don't want to talk to.

As the elevator jerks upwards, I clutch a handrail, my knuckles whitening. "I don't want to face her," I say aloud, my voice shaky.

Kianna nods, "Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do for the greater good."

I nod back though I don't understand. The greater good? This feels like it's for our own benefits, not for the greater good. The elevator dings and the doors slide open and I realize for the first time that we're in a hotel. The floors are carpeted with elegant designs and doors line the hallway. The walls feel too white and I feel too dizzy, but I follow Kianna's confident lead. We come to a stop outside a white door with a silver sign with large text that reads 'Room 112.' My breath is coming in uneasy, choppy gasps. Kianna grabs my hand and sends me a quick smile for reassurance.

"Just follow my lead. It'll be fine."

Then the door swings open.