Brandon was just like the others; stuck here, in this mansion... I mean, he wasn't complaining; his room certainly fit his Satanist persona, the same one which scared the others shitless.

One day, he was just laying down, trying to sleep, when he heard his door open, multiple pair of footsteps creeping in. He sighed and sat up; not surprisingly seeing the people he shared this house with.

Kay, Bryan, Ritchie, David, and Naya.