Benson's Pov

　　I'm walking down a long corridor filled with marble columns, a feminine voice whispers for me to find her. I follow the voice eagerly. I reach a room brightly lit by candles. Sitting in a blue armchair is the girl I saved a few weeks ago. She wears my black jacket and nothing else, her long hair falls forward. The vibrant blue eyes of the young woman sitting in front of me fascinate me.

　　"You found me," the young woman says, smiling, and gets up. I ...