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After dressing yourself and fixing your hair, you felt renewed. And also starved. You hadn't eaten anything since the s'mores the night prior. It was starting to take a toll on you now as your stomach grumbled and an aching feeling settled into your gut. You walked back into the small room you had been given for your stay, and debated your options. You could go out and find someone you recognized or was told would be helpful, or you could stay here and wait to be checked up on like a small child. You had already settled on the fact that leaving was dangerous, so wait it was.

You waited for a grand total of five minutes until you decided that maybe peaking your head out into the hallway wouldn't kill you. Plus, there was little to no noise outside of the room. Only very rarely did you hear any voices or people walking by. You walked over to the door and placed your head against it, listening to the other side just to be safe. You opened the door after a few seconds, just enough to peak your head out.

You were met with a small hallway that had many doors. On your left, it led to a dead end where there was a window and on the other side there was a corner you couldn't see around from the end of the hallway. The doors were different colors and designs with name plates on them, a dull golden color.

Apparently there were even more people here than you thought. You gulped, the anxiety making you feel even more nauseous than you already were from hunger. The door across from yours was a dark blue color, the golden name plate reading "EJ". The one next to that was dark green and read "BEN". Looking at all of the doors, none of them read the names of anyone you recognized. After seeing no one leave a room and no one walking around the corner, you got the confidence to look at the name tag on your own door.

There was none, and the door was a plain dark mahogany color. You guessed that you had been put in a guest room or an unused room. This just raised more and more questions in your mind. So, you were in a seemingly large, decently well-kept building, with many rooms and many people living here, some of which you knew had or are fine with people who have homicidal tendencies. It seems you had been taken by some kind of hotel for psychopaths.

But maybe these people weren't so bad? Thinking about Kate, she was so apt to help you in a moment of need after killing Callum. But Brian mentioned killing you, and seemed apprehensive about helping you, even telling Kate it was her own fault if she got in trouble for this.

But Tim said that their boss was apparently fine with it, but then again who was their boss? Why did he want to help you? Did he expect to gain something out of this, and does that mean that you're safer than you originally assumed. Maybe he saw something in you, or wanted to hire you. While the building was pretty well-kept as is, it was a bit dusty and there was an odd stain or two on the carpet, especially around the dark blue door. It looked like blood, and it probably was.

You heard a door creak open from down the hallway and froze, still standing out. A black and white door opened, and a woman appeared from out of the room, she closed the door behind her, not even noticing you at first. She had locked the door and turned away from you before realizing that you had been standing there. She turned back to look at you.

She had long, black, silky hair that fell around her face nicely. She was wearing a white mask, shocker, that looked similar to Tim's but not exactly like his. The build of the mask was more feminine than Tim's. She was wearing a simple black dress. Her dark skin was sort of wrinkly and paler in certain areas. It looked like she had been a burn victim. Probably why she wore the mask, if you had to guess. You and her just kind of stared at each other for a moment before she cleared her throat. "Who are you?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip. You paled.

"I'm [Name], uh, Kate and Brian brought me here." You replied, not wanting to anger the woman who could kill you if she so desired. "I was just trying to look around for one of them." You added. She seemed to calm some.

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