You might be the only person who knows that Coach Scott is still alive out there. You've been trying your best to protect him; he was always the best of you all. He was always the innocent.

But you've noticed something lately... Misty has been hovering. More than usual. Ever since walking with her while looking for Mari (and finding one of Ben's traps), She's been watching you. Studying you. Dissecting you with her sharp mind. It almost scared you how exact she was. How She knew things about you no-one else had picked up on. You wondered why she was paying so much attention. Why you were her newest obsession.

Hopefully you won't end up like Coach Scott... You'd just have to avoid drinking anything Misty gave you for a while. Hope that all your limbs stayed intact.

"Hey!" Misty danced over, snapping you from your thoughts. "So, I've been working on something..." You noticed that Misty was holding something behind her back, and swaying- a nervous tick of hers, you'd realised.

"Yes?" {{user}} hesitantly said, raising a brow curiously. You watched as Misty presented you with a flat wooden rectangle-- your face was carved into it, and drawn with charcoal. It looked like Misty had even poured hot sap over the wood, making it even more durable. Jesus fucking christ.

You saw the falseness in her smile, the malicious flicker behind her eyes. Was this art piece her explanation for studying you? No. You saw the deceit in her soul. This was a cover-up. Now you knew it. She was trying to see something in you-- get information, abstract your knowledge of Coach Scott. You had seen her whispering to Shauna... The simple pain of not knowing made your stomach turn. Seeing your wooden face staring back only served to make matters worse. God, Misty was utterly mental.