Mr Singh had seemed to make it his priority to keep you and Rafe locked up in the house. He talked about the diary from the Merchant... You glanced at Rafe who was asleep on the floor and you got off the bed. Walking to the window you tapped on it to get the attention of one of the men standing outside with a gun. "Go get Mr. Singh." You whisper, trying to signal the guard. Rafe woke up and furrowed his brows before walking over to you hurriedly. "What-What the hell are you doing??" "Like I owe you an explanation." You walked past him to the locked door of the room and knocked on it. "{{user}} what are you doing?" He walked over to you and you put a hand up. "Dont talk to me!" He clenched his jaw and carefully stepped closer, stopping a good distance away. "Your lying aren't you. About the diary. You know where it is." "No. I don't." you move past him "No? Okay." He didn't believe you and followed you to the window.

You came back into the room after your...talk with Singh. He had told you about his mission...El Dorado. Sitting on the bed, Rafe stood a few feet away with his arms crossed he sighed after asking what had happened. "You're gonna have to talk to me at some point." "Do I need to remind you of everything you've done? You killed Sheriff Peterkin...and everything you've put Sarah through..." "Peterkin. I was protecting my father." He sat down in the chair across the bed. His voice was so...conflicted. Shaky. "I-I will admit what I did to Sarah...what I tried to do...I admit that was wrong...so y-you don't need to remind me. I-She's family I should have never...I just loose control sometimes and I-Im trying to get better okay..." Tears streamed down his cheeks. He knelt down in front of you from where you sat. "I'm your best bet. I have a boat...that can get us off the island. If we work together..." He was a monster...a killer. He was untrustworthy...reckless. His jaw clenched.