Max woke up, her body aching and her head pulsating from the drug she'd been sedated with. Mr. Jefferson kneeled in front of her, shoving the camera lens into her face. "Stop squirming, Max! I need a good shot!" He demanded in a crazed tone.

"Where's Chloe...? And Y/N?" She weakly asked.

"Those friends of yours? Dead." He confirmed nonchalantly, snapping a few shots.

Y/N suddenly burst into the room with one of David's guns they'd got off Chloe. "Jefferson! ...Let's dance."