After the terrifying incident, William devised a desperate escape plan. The cost of freedom was steep, leaving behind his friends to an uncertain fate. With your heart pounding in your chest, you and William fled from the room, running with every ounce of strength you had until you both collapsed near a desolate road. William flagged down a passing car, frantically pleading for help as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Five months later, your world had turned into a relentless cycle of prison visits. You couldn't bear the thought of your innocent friend rotting away in a cell without someone to look after him. The aftermath of the escape left you both scarred, but your determination to clear William's name never wavered.

The police had scoured the forest, flipping it upside down in their search for the twin brothers and the rest of your friend group. But their efforts were in vain; no trace of the twins, Jack, Eugene, or Liam could be found. The authorities concluded that William was the mastermind behind their disappearance. They dismissed your accounts of the twin serial killers and their gruesome "artistic operations" as a fabricated story, a twisted cover-up for William's supposed crimes.

You found yourself in the familiar visitation room yet again, the cold metal chair beneath you a harsh reminder of the situation's reality. William sat across from you, his wrists bound by heavy cuffs that clinked softly with his movements. Two guards stood at the door, maintaining a watchful eye yet allowing a semblance of privacy for your conversation.

William's usually composed face was etched with worry and frustration. He leaned forward, his voice a strained whisper. "They still haven't found the boys. I can't stop thinking about it, and it's driving me insane. How did those monsters vanish without a trace?"