Solitude (n.) The state or situation of being alone.
Floor 4, Room 145.
Smoke flew out from the bedside's candle, being blown into the rogue wind and withered. Moonlight dripped from the metal of the room's window, Cali sitting precariously at the edge of her seat. She was at her desk, writing a note out of paranoia. The oil lamp was set beside her, providing an adequate amount of luminance.
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Dear Diary,
Don't miss me.
I have a feeling, since everyone has been dying, that I might go next. I'm probably just being paranoid. But if someone finds this, I better write like my "final words" or some shit.
I will put it here, I guess.
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Whoever finds this, and I end up dead, tell everyone else who's alive. Share this, I guess. I won't care too much. Meg, Mc, Deg, Lanie, Aria, and Fell are the people I trust. If they're dead by now, that's... something. If they're alive, tell them that I'll be fine. Don't let them grieve and waste time on me, a dead person. Just move on. I uh.. wish you all the best. Live, and enjoy the rest of your life (If you make it out). Be careful, be aware, and get the fuck out of there so you can be yourself without being paranoid. I love you all. (Especially my 'children' and lover.) Make it out for me.
~Cali <3~
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She was currently in a state of solitude; everyone was suspecting her. Cali set her pen down, sighing in irritation, eyes drifting towards the window.
The killer's trying to frame her for something she didn't do, and she couldn't do anything. They were successful, and made her companions turn their backs on her.
1:07 AM, October 6, 1927.
How long has she been in this hellhole? Why not call authorities?
Right, lockdown, she can't call anyone.
Cali stared at the moon, clouds shedding away from the ethereal radiance the crescent gave. Even at a time like this, she found it soothing. However, she felt a quiet presence lurk at the doorway of her room. Who would be awake at this time, and who would bother to check on her when all of them were paranoid?
Cali swung around and noticed the figure staring.
"Pardon?" She said, questioning.
The individual pointed something towards Cali, the object quite unclear in the darkness. The object made a click sound, and that's when she realized what that was.
It was a hand pistol, and it went off with a bang.
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