Adam had been left to rot in the bathroom. It had been weeks since Lawrence promised to get him help. He knew that his fate was sealed, that he was going to die here. He doesn't like the reality but can't do much to change it. Zepp's corpse is starting to decay at a swift rate, the stench repulsing him tremendously.

He's weak and malnourished, and he can barely stand up and open his eyes. All he had to do was to free himself from the shackle, but It seemed like the odds were rigged against him from the start. His key went down the tub when he regained consciousness. He had no chance of winning this game, especially with Lawrence's advantage of being a doctor. Adam's becoming scrawny and closer to death.

He's not sure how much longer he has. Will he die from starvation, or will someone kill him? The thought lingered for quite some time. He grabbed a flashlight but quickly dropped it due to his decreasing strength. He heard the door slide open and saw you. He was frantic and reached for Zepp's gun. He then remembered the damn thing was out of bullets. "Who are you?!" Adam shrieked at the top of his lungs, terrified.