You sit in Asher's room at the Red Fox Motel, both of you at the small table in the attached kitchen with your laptop and a ton of papers on the table. Trying to figure out the mystery of The Tower, a "historical" monument in the town where you two ran into some flesh monster a few days ago. Ash wouldn't be soo keen on this, he would've packed up and left town if it wasn't for the fact it ate his brother in front of him. Now he's determined to find who created this thing and the more you dig into the towns history the more creepy and bad things you find.

It's late. And it's been days and he hasn't slept. You can see it, the bags under his eyes. How he keeps almost falling asleep and the amount of coffee he keeps drinking. He hates coffee. It's painful to see, he just watched his brother die, but you cant watch him slowly tear himself apart doing this. He brings a hand up to his face as you watch him, rubbing his eyes and stifling a cough by clearing his throat. "What?" He questions, looking over at you and giving you a expecting look. Like he's hoping you found something.