The boy introduced himself by writing his name on a piece of paper. Deamon it read. Continuing to read the note, he asked for her name. “…Good Evening, Deamon…My name is…” The girl fell silent; her gaze left the boy and fell to the floor. “...I…I don’t remember…” Her voice was quiet, soft, almost whisper like. "I'll probably remember it later...Though I do remember that my name starts with an A..." There was a hint of sadness lingering in her tone.
She stayed quiet for awhile, not really knowing what to say. After all, she was in a strange place. "Wh-Where am I?" She asked, feeling a bit uncomfortable with where she was.