I open my eyes and gaze upon the figure that has lingered in my nightmares for the past thirteen years. I sense the well-known fear that used to surge within me. My joints stiffen and my heart tightens. I am no longer in the parking spot. Instead, I'm returning to the laboratory. Reflecting on the moments when he violated me.

I look beside him to see the woman I thought had been my therapist for the past five years and my eyes nearly popped out of its sockets.

"Ria?"

"Why? How....?" I inquire.

My voice trembles. He died. He was meant to be gone, yet here he stands. Living. I...