Both of us are stopped dead in our tracks. The room is not quite the same as the plain white walls we were just in. On the blank white brick wall, three single letters are written in dripping red blood. J K N *** Copyright @_An0nym0us_ 2015 - All my works copyrighted. This includes all chapters, prologues, epilogues and any associated content. Any unauthorized copying, selling, or manipulation is a infringement of copyright, and is punishable by law.All Rights Reserved