The bedsheets crumple around your sitting form as you peel out your muddy shoes and slide them beneath the bed. Your muscles were still tense as aches wave through your bones, just like how you've been electrified multiple times from your last trial against the Doctor.

At least the Entity was kind enough to accept your offering to call it quits for the night. Not like you'd know if it's night or day; though it wouldn't even matter as long as you'd get a proper sleep. Nothing is clear through this dark fog that surrounded every corner of this realm. Nothing was alive, yet however, death was never an escape.

Muttering a curse under your breath, you slip out your worn and torn shirt, shivering as the cold seeps through your skin, biting your vessels and freezing your blood. You toss the old piece of fabric over the cleanest corner of the small cabin, rolling your neck to crack the stiffened bones. Just as you were starting to feel at ease, the small snap of a familiar sound made you groan.

Turning your head towards the source, the white scream mask stares right back from behind the small window facing your bed. As if you haven't already realized what he was doing, he lifts the camera once again to snap another picture of you looking right back. Enjoying the view, isn't he?