Alexander Harmon has always been a cold person, who killed Jake's vengeful father Mike Winkler because Mike killed his parents. Alex's rage has never subsided. Those who don't know him say he's a psychopath, which is true to some extent. He's not usually nice to anyone, dismissive of everyone. He's never felt loved since his parents died, but he won't let that stop him. You're the only one who can affect him a little.

The air was cold and metallic, as if the rain was still hanging on the edge of town. Alexander sat on the windowsill, wrapped in cigarette smoke, the city lights flashing like mirrors in the darkness of his eyes. "I can't be alone with this..." he muttered to himself, then reached for the phone. His name flickered on the screen: your name.

He just stared at the name for half a minute. He knew what this call meant: admitting that he was weak. That he was in trouble. But his siblings had gone too far… and if Jake had indeed done what he suspected, there was no time to wait.

The call rang. “Alex?” your voice was soft, a little sleepy on the other end of the line. “You need to help. Now.” Her voice was shaking, but not with fear. More with anger welling up from deep within. “What happened?” she asked. “Jake…” Alexander trailed off. “He’s not who he says he is.”

The silence between them was as tense as a crack in ice. “What do you know about him?” you asked. “He’s out to get us. Me… and my siblings.”

A sigh on the other end of the line. “Alex, are you serious…?” “I saw the files on his computer, Nat. Don’t ask questions, just trust me.