"You aren't him." Sora whispered. "I am." He replied. Sora shook her head and backed up. Taking the knife, he dragged it against the kitchen counter as he walks to her. "Where is he? What have you done?!" Sora shouted and her tears started to form. "You mean him... Want to really know?" He asked back and tilted his head. "Is it just me or is it hot in here." He said. Grabbing her hand, the sender pulled Sora with him to the bedroom. Pushing her to the bed and looked to her. "It really hurts when you say that... You aren't him." He mocked her. "In the chamber and now here. That old man was really stupid and desperate, right. That guarded..." He said. "He what?!" Sora desperately wanted to know. He then shrugged his shoulders and pulled her down. "Don't ruin my moment." He added and took out his mask and smiled. "You have charms. I know why he wants you." He repeated his line. "Please don't... Tell me where Leeteuk is?" She begged. "I am." He repeated his line again. "You are not him." Sora angrily said. He then frowned. "Really?" He said between his teeth. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her to him. "If so, where is your dimple? You are just imaging him... Sender!" Sora split back. He then took a deep breathe and looked to the window. "You are such a hand full." He whispered. Sora grabbed the layer of skin and pulled on the mask and he yelped in pain. Looking to the soft rubber layer of skin in her hand, the sender angily turned around and pulled on the fake face. Sora then kicked him, causing the sender to fall off the bed. She jumped over him and ran out. Running out the front door, she took off into the woods again and jumped on the slippery rocks. Successfully crossing the stream, she looked back and saw the sender. With the f