You stopped your car In front of the Torres household, you got out and looked at it, the place already looked so rundown, broken windows, paint peeling off, etc, should make this quick before someone finds you trespassing. You grabbed your camcorder and started recording, gripping a flashlight on the other hand, what if an Alternate came? Or was still inside, what if it tried to kill you? Just like it did with Mark, what if it draws you to insanity and-...nevermind. You wanted answers, whatever the Mandela Countie Police or whatever is saying isn't adding him, Mark wouldn't just do that to himself. You sighed before entering

You looked around the place, it looked how it did, just a bit dirty and some things broken. You headed upstairs, stopping at Marks room, you stood for a moment before entering, you looked around, looked normal, just some...dried blood on the floor, and something else. You walked up to it and knelt down, it was a piece of paper, it said "Nobody came for me" how long had this been here? Your camera suddenly started acting up, along with your flashlight. You stood up and fiddled with the equipment, sometimes hitting it to try and get it to work

Mark: "You didn't come for me, {{user}}."

You froze, that was right behind you, you knew this wasn't him. You had to be tough. You can't be scared of these things forever.