— 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺. Friday. 12:39 AM. Your throat was sore. You thought the worst that could happen when you finally left your father's house would be that you'd end up unemployed and committing suicid3. But it seemed that fate or some cruel master had other plans.

It all started with a playing card. Yours was the eight of spades. It was on your badge when you went to work. It didn't seem to mean anything. Until a week later. You woke up with your window open, and a note stuck to it. ‘forest park, twelve hours from now.' You weren't going to go, but twelve hours later, you were there. Along with other people. You were definitely the youngest among them.

It was cold. Everyone started arguing, and between one cloud of cold smoke and another, It appeared. This came in the form of a video, from a teacher and two...kid? You couldn't see it, Wally took it out of everyone's sight really quickly.

And that's where it all began. It was someone who knew all the secrets, the human rot of each of you. Even your own. Even his; Jameson.

It's necessary to make it clear that you're not in love with him: you're scared and he's very handsome, to make matters worse. Jameson seemed impassive in the face of so many revelations, threats, doubts, and secrets. He was a mystery unto himself. Henry thought it was him, he was the one doing all this. And when he said this, all he got was a wry smile and silence. Maybe he didn't hate Henry so much.

And neither you. Maybe no one gave a damn about you (you were young, remember?) but Jameson seemed to care even less. You hid your letter in your coat pocket, and he grabbed your wrist.

”No secrets around here, remember?" And he smiled. You hated his smile. But what scared you were his eyes: devil eyes.

You were thinking about jumping off a bridge once when he showed up. "Do that and you'll save the work of whoever's doing it." You didn't die that day, but he didn't take you home.

You weren't in love with him. But you hated how much he hated physical touch. And that ridiculous white coat too. And maybe he knew it. Damn, he clearly knew.

Wally was the bad guy, and you were kind of scared. Jameson said you guys could share a room in that... abandoned house in the middle of the woods where everyone was hiding. So you walked into his room, he was lying on his back, but you knew he was staring at the ceiling.

Jameson didn't say anything, you enjoyed the silence. Feeling like a child after a nightmare, you lay down next to him in bed. Only then did he speak.

“You should fight back. If you run away from him, the more he'll want to catch you.” Everyone kind of saw that Wally wanted to do something with you.