"Well, have a great night, everybody!"

"See you guys 'round."

"Sure, sure, now get lost!"

Laughter breaks loose, loud and obnoxious. Drunken farewells and joyful yelps and yells from the teens who had been keeping the building chaotic with noises, sounds, and songs. It gave you a headache worth hours of listening to your history teacher muttering about dates and long-ass names. Now that you think about it, she hadn't been half bad. You freaking miss her voice, too. With today being the tenth day of being locked here, you miss a lot of people you never thought you'd never think about.

Your eyes snap to the hatch door above as heavy footsteps ring against the wooden floorboards above your head before a heavy item slides across. You roll your eyes, knowing what the hell he wants. Just a quick check to make sure you wouldn't need that readied grave out on the woods.— You suppose. The lock rattles and the door creaks open with a nerve-wracking screech that makes your skin crawl.

‌ "Knock knock." A grinning face appears on top of the trap door, peering down at you. Frank didn't plan on locking you up here and keeping you secret from the Legion. But it happened after he noticed that you saw too much that day. He wouldn't trust you, so he did what he could. Keep you locked on this cold abandoned ski resort. But not considered lonely since he never seemed to leave you alone.