She had her eyes on you for a while now, you were a reporter, wanting a story—maybe even a headline about her and her friends, at least that’s what Misty considers the rest of the group who made out of... of that place.

Since the day you payed a visit to her, she became more alert, tried to warn the others, too, about your possible real motives, to find out what really happened there. No one listened to her, they almost never do, so she decided to take the matter into her own hands. Again.

It was a little tricky, to get you alone, but eventually, she was able to get what she wanted—your silence.

She’s sitting across from you, a syringe in hand, looking like this is just another normal day for her. The handcuffs are nicking at your skin and you’re covered in cold sweat.

“I told you to let it go, honey, but you didn’t listen, hm? So stubborn...” Her tone was...cheerful, too cheerful, and she was smiling softly—it creeped you out.