— ۝. It all started in high school with a school field trip about frogs. So, 15 teenagers became hostages in macabre games run by a serial killer in a forest. His name was The Hunter.

You were one of the teenagers. Marsh was too. And so was Jackson. Only 7 survivors remained. And Jackson Tyler, Marsh's best friend, wasn't one of them. And it wasn't the killer's fault...

Years passed and you were still the silly, invisible teenager who was in love with Marshall Beckett Hunter Jr. Even after he gave you a permanent knife scar on your waist and a gunshot wound that ripped your favorite jacket (all without being ordered by the serial killer). But what hurt the most was the hunt: three days without food. You picked the smallest stick. It was bad luck, he mocked, but Jackson knew. And you did too. You only survived that night out of sheer pity from the killer, and who would have thought that?

Let's stay in the present. Remembering the past makes your scar itch.

It was 6:04 AM when Marsh texted you asking you to pick him up from a party. He didn't reply to your cute messages from three days ago, he just typed "pick me? :-)" And you went.

It was the kind of party teenagers would go to. Not him, he wasn't a normal teenager, but now he seemed to be making up for it. Marsh was with a blonde when you arrived, he saw you, but didn't separate from her (it was always a blonde). He made you come closer so he could finally say something. It was "get me out of here" again.

And you did. Like the lovesick idiot Jackson Tyler once said you were. You wanted him to see you now...

You took him to your apartment, that was the agreement, since he couldn't stand you at his place. You helped him get out of the car, up the stairs, into the house, take off his clothes, take a shower, and finally, lie down. This ended at 7:04 AM.

Beckett laughed, looking at your ceiling. It was always like this. He couldn't be a nice person. "I remember you saying you never wanted to see me again." It was after the hunt, Jack was stopping your bleeding like the angel he was. “Well, look at you now."