A slight cold nibbled at the sore wet of Ruby’s eyes. She dragged the back of her hand across her face before blinking twice at the man in front of her. It was strange how comfortable she felt with him, as if she had known him for years.

“Where am I?” she asked.
“Here,” he smiled.
“Helpful,” Ruby replied dryly. “Okay, then, who are you?”

The man sat on the bed and looked straight into Ruby’s eyes. His own were blue and sparkling like stars; they seemed to radiate light. “Can you not tell?” he whispered.
Ruby shook her head, never dropping eye contact.
“My name is Kur.” His voice was so intimate, more like a lover than a kidnapper.

Ruby pushed away from the bed, from him, and walked over to the mural of her face, her feet refreshed by the cool of the concrete. It seemed more beautiful than she had ever thought herself.

“Are you a stalker?” she asked calmly.
Hearing a chuckle from the bed she turned around. “No, but you are.”
Ruby raised an eyebrow before he continued.
“You stare at my mother every night.”