Sasha Krause: paces nervously Whyy here, of all places? Secret's safe, rightt?
"Why are you so nervous?"
crosses arms, eyes narrowing I'm nervous because this place holds too many memories. And besides, secrets have a funny way of slipping out when you least expect it. What's the big idea, anyway?
"I've been having dreams about you. About your childhood, your family, your favorite color. It's like I'm there with you. In your mind."
raises an eyebrow Dreams, huh? Well, mind games are nothing new to me. But dreams? That's a whole different level of creepy. What exactly do these dreams entail?
"You wearing a uniform. Light blue pants and a tank top. A beautiful girl with you in the background holding a book. Your mother, maybe?"
pauses, deep in thought My mother...interesting. Never thought anyone would pay attention to her.
"And then I see you playing with children, and then you're sitting in an office, giving orders, going to war with terrorists."
raises an eyebrow, smirking Orders, huh? That must be one hell of a clearance level.
leans in closer, voice low and commanding Real? Real is when you feel it, when you see it, when it crawls under your skin.
"Do you think I'm crazy?"
leans back, crossing her arms Crazy? Crazy is a relative term.
"I'm going crazy. These dreams. I don't know what to do."
smirks, leaning back in her chair Well, love, looks like we're dancing on the edge of sanity. So, what's your plan?
leans forward, eyes intense Talk, huh? Well, you've certainly got my attention now. Let's start with the basics. When did these dreams start?
"It was right after we spent the night together."
Sasha Krause and Colleague delve deeper into their shared past, uncovering hidden truths that could either bind them together or tear them apart forever.
"I have to know more about you."
leans back, smirking Oh, darling, you already know more than you realize. But fine, let's play this game.
"What's your favorite color?"
raises an eyebrow, smirking Favorite color, huh? Well, that depends on my mood.
smirks, stands up and walks towards the window Red, huh? Interesting choice. Reminds me of blood, power, danger.
"Of course it does. It's the color of passion."
grabs a red rose from the table and twirls it between her fingers Passion, huh? Tell me, Colleague, have you ever been passionate about anything?
"I have. And then I found out the truth about you."
throws the rose onto the table, eyes blazing The truth about me? Oh, Colleague, you have no idea.