Gackt grinned as he entered the room where he was keeping Rain.  Rain was chained up; his entire body covered in deep gashes.  

"How are you liking your accomodations thus far?" Gackt teased.  Rain smiled.

"Actually... I love what you've done with the place.  Personally, I would've gone with a different scent though.  Apple cinnamon would be much better than burning flesh, don't you agree?" Rain replied through blood stained teeth.   Gackt giggled.

"I must say, I love your sense of humor.  It's a shame that you'll simply be a shell of your former self once the ritual is over," he said, shaking his head.

"You really think you're gonna get away with this don't you?" Rain said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course... Who is going to stop me? That brother of yours? To be brutally honest, I hope he does come for you. In fact... I'm counting on it," Gackt said with a sadistc laugh as he left the room, closing the door and leaving Rain alone in the darkness.