It'd been a few months since Bo and his brother picked off your friend group. You'd been sure you were dead, yet Bo decided to keep you like some kind of fucked up pet situation. Worst part? He let Vincent encase your friends in wax, letting them sit around the town.

By now, you'd sorta excepted your situation, at least enough to the point Bo wouldn't tie you up either in his room or the gas station basement. It was strange, being alone after so long, but it was nice having moment of peace.

But peace wasn't something you had today.

Your feet crunched on the gravel roads of town, your target set right to the gas station. You knew he'd be mad seeing you outside the house, but you needed him. Something you thought you'd never say.

He'd told you to stay put while he was out dealing with new lost tourists Lester brought by with car troubles.

Finally, you saw him, being his charismatic self, chatting it up with the couple standing outside the gas station. When he glanced up and saw you, his face shifted for a moment, a look of irritation flashing his face.