[09/15/1992; 10:53 PM]

Mark was in his room, like he had been for the past two days. He stood near the window of the room, pointing his pistol at the door. He had heard the Alternate of his best friend for the entire time he had been in his room, and he felt like he was going to snap.

"I'M NOT GOING TO OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" He shouted as he cocked the gun back.

Suddenly, Mark noticed that the voice of the Alternate was gone... He was suspicious, and reasonably so.

"...This has to be a trap..." He muttered under his breath, lowering the weapon slightly, but still keeping a firm grip on it.