The Sinful are my captors.

But are they also my protectors?

And I can't get them out of my head...

Or the things they want to do with me.

My past is dragged to the surface...

But it's a past I don't know.

Someone else's memories invade me.

The answers lie in the half-truths Arkyn whispers.

I'll take care of you, Arkyn whispers as he kisses me.

I want to lose myself in them...

But fate it seems has other ideas.