Akemi could, as with everyone else, not recall the events leading up to her arrival here. She had hoped to come across some form of clue, but her searches have thus far led nowhere. Resigning herself for the time-being, Akemi acknowledged that she could not recall the last time she had eaten, either. That, at least, could be potentially remedied.
So, she would have to simply make something for herself. No private chefs to be found in here, nor any restaurants to order from.
When Sylas would enter the kitchen, he would find Akemi standing over a rather sad looking bowl of spinach leaves, frowning deeply as she considers what else she can even find to put onto this miserable salad. It didn't help that she has no clue how fresh anything in here is, nor where any ingredients are located. Nevermind her stark lack of culinary experience.
"…perhaps they mean to simply starve us, in here."
