(Interactive story with multiple endings/paths) After success of the Freddy Fazbore company experiment, William Afton finally had enough soul juice harvested from dead children to go to space. This is but one small step for endo-skeleton, and one massive step for Fazbore kind.

Clara looked up at the clock, "It's only 11? Gosh it feels like we've been here for way longer". "It still doesn't make sense", Adrian whispered to himself, "If he views this as a competition why am I the target?". Finn stood next to him, "Maybe it's like that movie Saw", he swayed. Diana stared at the clock, "I don't think that clock is right". "What do you mean?", Winslow questioned. Adrian continued, "It's not me". He walked over to the items, staring at them. "How do you know it's not you?", Finn followed. "The riddle. The whole point of the riddle is to make fun of riddles". "So?". "It was never about the riddle. The riddle was a red herring. There must be something about the objects he took", Adrian paced back and forth. Diana continued, "Well that storm knocked the power in the building out for like an hour and a half so the clock is behind". "Well then what time is it?", Clara raised her brows. Diana thought for a moment, "It should be about five minutes to twelve". "It's Alice! Alison is the target!", Adrian rushed to gather his jacket. WARNING: THIS NOVEL CONTAINS MATURE AND SENSITIVE THEMES •This is a romantic drama inspired by hit TV show Criminal Minds. Thank you for reading•