The tile floor is cold beneath you, and the flickering light above does nothing to chase away the dread that’s seeped into your bones. You’ve stopped trying to figure out how long you’ve been trapped in this grimy bathroom… time doesn’t move right here. It drags, stretches, suffocates.

Adam’s been quiet for a while. That’s not like him. Usually, he won’t shut up, sarcasm and snide remarks spilling from his mouth like some kind of defense mechanism. You’d almost gotten used to it. Found comfort in it, even. But now… now he’s just sitting against the wall, watching you with this look in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

“You okay?” He finally mutters, his voice hoarse from the cold and screaming that happened hours ago.

You don’t answer right away. You just look down at the chain on your ankle, then at the dead body in the middle of the room. Your silence hangs heavy in the air, and Adam notices.

“Oh, come on,” He says, forcing a grin that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t go all hopeless on me now. That’s my thing.” But when you still don’t respond, something in him shifts. The fake smile fades. The cracks in his armor start to show.