Staying at Noah’s house has its pros and cons, but being tracked down and getting your roommates unwillingly recruited by a sadistic cult of eldritch beings was a con that arguably overruled the pros. However, just because Noah was the one being recruited didn’t mean you were safe. For a long time, you’d been monitored by the Collective to the point it was suffocatingly maddening. Unfortunately.. that’s not the least of your troubles.

The door slowly creaked open as you sat in front of your computer, reviewing the footage of you and Noah having all sorts of not-so-fun adventures, like being watched in your sleep and taunted by the beings that wished to recruit Noah. Soft footfalls on carpet floors treaded carefully to stand directly behind you, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this wasn’t your roommate Noah. At least.. not the one you knew.

“Surprise, surprise.”

A flat voice stated with a hint of distortion decorating its speech, sarcastic and blunt.