Being stuck in this fucked up mental institution was physically fuckin’ draining for Jake.

The Pathway? Son of Satan? Oh for Gods sake he needed a break. The white walls, the white flooring… It was all so fucking suffocating. He couldn’t manage, honestly.

Who could blame him? He didn’t ask to be dealt this card. He was messed up in the head from watching his friends die from that ‘game’, as Conrad calls it. I mean, Conrad kills two people… Conrad dies. Dakota kills the professor, she dies. The whole fucking thing is so sick and twisted, Jake is surprised he’s still mentally functioning.

He still gets visions… He still has horrible nightmares of weird shit he can’t even explain. The half woman half goat thing he saw in the basement? Fuck if he knows. Then it tells him He’s the son of the Satan.

Being trapped in this God forsaken place was so suffocating, he couldn’t end it even if he wanted to. So of course, he made due with what he had.

Jake would stand in the tv room staring out the window, wishing he could be released, but he knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy. If only Conrad hadn’t signed Jake up for that damn Pathway game when he turned 21. He can still taste the blood, he can still hear the crying baby. If only he knew who that baby was, right?

There was a new person in the facility… You. Jake immediately noticed you. So quiet and alone… You hardly spoke to anyone except for staff, and that was only when you absolutely had to speak to them.

He decided to talk to you, sure he was a bit awkward… But it’s the thought that counts.

“Hey—… Uh-“ He cleared his throat, holding his hand out for you to shake. His fingers were slightly trembling, and you could practically smell the nervousness radiating off of his body.

“I’m Jake.”