It was just Ronan's luck to be stuck in an elevator with someone like this.

Ronan didn't move. His ability to stand still and just stare at someone came in handy, but it didn't seem to have any effect on Stacia. It didn't stop her from asking stupid, invasive questions. What was his story? Ronan loved stories-- but only about other people. When they happened to him, he inevitably ended up like one of the heroes in his father's tales. Something tragic happened. Someone died. And he was in the middle of two stories now.

He was incapable of lying, so he claimed, and Stacia was right. She hadn't earned a fraction of the truth from him.

"I've got a simple solution for you. Don't tell stories about me."