Finding Tristan ✓

Lynn covered her eyes with her hands and cried into Ace's chest. Blood continued to spurt and spread everywhere as the man started to severing this person's body to pieces, limb by limb. I could hear the man in the mask continue to laugh like a maniac. But it seemed as if his voice was modified in the audio that went along with the violent video, so the voice seemed way too deep. I couldn't take it anymore as my stomach started to churn, and I hunched forward and threw up in my brown bag.

The man's voice was the same exact one that had messed with my head the day I had a mental breakdown.

Ashley had been sitting on the floor by the coffee table next to both Lynn and Ace. She began to whimper as she noticed that the unknown body had a bag tied over its head to cover up the person's identity. My friends and my boyfriend continued to watch in silence as the light in what seemed to look like a cellar, flickered on and off. The man cackled loudly and started jumping around on the floor, which was tainted with blood, as if they were puddles of rain water. He stomped the severed torso, the whole spine and all of the entrails gushed out from the very bottom of the body part.

My breakfast hurled out once more, and I felt empty all over again. Luke's face was pale and he was trembling beside me in pure fear. Ace kept pressing the spacebar to pause the video, but it kept playing on it's own. I could feel Tristan, who sat to the left of me, starting to become angry. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes remained locked on the screen as the man wrote a message in the person's blood on the wall.

"You're next, Tristan."

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