Same.

The scientist.

I've been stuck on this world trying to find a way to leave. I've tried killing myself, overdosing on sleeping pills and even start a war between nations.

But nothing worked.

I've been stuck here trying to leave. I know there's something more out there. Out of this world.

I know there's someone watching. Someone with more power that other people call God. But I know more. I know who they are. John Davidson. He made this simulation. This world like simulation. He created the people here. He created trees.

He created me.

He created me for the sake of his experiment. I don't know what experiment, but I know I have to get out. There's gotta be some exit I can escape through. Something to eject myself out of this plane, this reality.

Each passing day I try to hold myself together, but I feel like I'm slipping apart.

I'm not the only here.

John has trapped more than 3 person. 6 to be exact, including me. Cassidy Thompson, Veronica Smith, Jason Rayman, Mason Raymond, Bailey Lia and me, Kyle Thompson.

He trapped all of us, each in our own simulation. He created these scenarios, abusive parents, heart break and insecurities. Just for his experiments.

I will find a way. I will find a way to break out and finally end this bullshit of a play.

Each monitor contains a hard disk. If I break that disk by corrupting it from the inside with a man-made virus called Lumonium, I can definitely break out of the monitor. Time is running out. I'm fear that if this experiment ends, God knows what the scientist, so called "God" would do to us.

I will find you, John Davidson, and I will end this fucking nightmare you've put all of us through.

                                                         -Kyle Thompson