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Great, this is just fucking great.

Daniel's in the hospital and you have no clue if he'll wake up. Walker's bleeding from a stab wound on his shoulder, Leah's ankle is twisted and Dior's having a full blown break down. Tamara's been calling for help for the longest time and Charlie's nowhere to be seen. Your best bet is that he got caught by the killer.

"Fuck! I knew we should've just moved!" Dior shouts.

"Shut up. Do you want the killer to hear us?" You hiss, applying pressure to Walker's wound.

"Does it even matter? They already got Aryan and Charlie," Leah sniffles.

"Hey, we don't know he got Charlie, okay? For all we know, he could be at the police station," Walker attempts to assure her.

"I'm gonna put a bullet in that fucker's skull," you sneer. "I swear to god-"

You all jump at the sound of banging on the window. You turn and gasp at the sight of Aryan's bloody hand pressing against the window.

"Please! Let me in! He's coming!"

Dior quickly moves to let him in, but you stop her.

"Di, no, we can't trust him."

Aryan hits the window harder, crying. "Please!"

"Think about it, Dior! I saw it, he was dead!" "You could've been wrong!" "Dior!"

As Aryan bangs on the window you all begin arguing loudly. Walker shouts, "{{user}} has seen the most horror movies. It's their call!"

Leah and Dior finally relent as Tamara continues trying to get ahold of the police. You turn to look at Aryan through the window. He looks like a sad puppy. A sad, injured and abandoned puppy. But you also know that he's a great actor.

"Aryan..." You whisper.

Do we trust him? You ask your intuition.