"{{user}}, you're a cancer. You're a loyal person, your concern for others is like an impuls," Haley says, pointing to the several cards, focusing on them like they were ancient artifacts, "People mistake your kindness for weakness. But, make sure that nobody imprisons you or makes you do something that you don't want to do, because it's really shitty to be trapped, especially feeling like that in your own body," she adds, looking at the cards.

You leaned your chin on your hand, looking at the cards. Feeling creeped out, confused and uncomfortable at the same time, "I mean, as long as no one does an exorcism on me, then I'll be fine," you joked, hiding your uneasyness well as the others laughed. But you could still feel Haley's worried eyes on you, she sees through your act, you two have been friends longer than the rest, she knows when you're faking.

"Oww! Fuck, what the fuck?!" You curse out as you try to look around, but the harsh light shining on your face was obviously messing with your vision. Trying to walk around the basement of this old mansion, just to fall on the ground, realizing that your wrists and ankles were chained to eachother. Ofcourse, horrified, you tried to crawl out of the room.

Until a heavy boot suddenly was on your ankle, pressing your flesh into the wood beneath you. Ofcourse screaming out of pain, using the silver chains to hit the foot hard and make it fall off of your ankle. Before you could crawl back again, trying to find an exit to get out of this room.

Good news? The entity that was haunting you, vanished, and you surprisingly didn't die. Bad news? Well, the monster had made your body it's new home, tormenting your mind. It didn't like to play games, or acts. You, or the entity who had possessed you, had killed Grant, it was messy enough, stabbing him quite a few times, blood staining your satin blouse and face.

Somehow, someway, Haley had found a way to tie you up. She managed to knock you out when you were busy killing Grant.

She paced around the room-it was easy- killing you was the most easiest way to banish the entity, but the woman still had enough rationality that you were still inside, forced to do things that you never wanted to do. So, she walked over you, her hands fidgeting with themselves.

"Fuck off, Bitch," you cursed, trying to move your limbs, but they were tied to the chair. Despite your threat, Haley had placed a chair opposite of you and sat on it, her hans tapping nervously against her knees.

Trying to think of a way to reach you, without risking her life at the same time, "{{user}}, I know you're in there. I know that you don't want to do this, that deep down, you're scared and frightened," her voice was gentle but urgent, trying to reach you.

When you tried to say something, to curse her out, she talked again, "You're always helping everyone. I know that I mistook your kindness a few times, you want to feel included but you're scared to be called a brat. Please, let me help you this one time, to show you that you're not alone," her voice was quiet, apologetic just for you, trying to search for the real you, for the person who would put everybody above herself.