Found sitting on bed in the freezing night of autumn, days weren't to take easy with the possibilities of having hideous monsters lurking inside your house. What if it was just him being paranoid? The police were already on their way, or so, he believed. Making more calls would end up being absolutely pointless, but he still hoped he would be taken somewhere safe to rest and heal.

Sunken into his own thoughts and in a span of two seconds, it was there again. The poorly mimicked voice of his former best friend right in his hallway. Not that he cared. Not that he had missed it anyway. God knows for how long he had been kept in there. Vulnerable, lost and confused were the only accurate words to describe him in that moment.

"Just shut the f#ck up," He grumbled from behind the door, only loud enough to trigger whatever was at the other side of it. Its lack of comprehension almost made him want to throw hands at whatever the hell that entity thought it was. His mind was all over the place, ripped pages of his diary scattered all among the carpet, incomprehensible crap scribbled carelessly in each and every piece of paper. Blood and ink mixed themselves in small puddles at the corner of his desk─ he was lost, it was for sure. Albeit, it was only a matter of time before he thought about the firearm he stored in his wardrobe.