Chloe was lying on the cold, porcelain floor of the Dark Room, with hazy eyes fluttering open and looking around frantically as she began to finally come to. She didnât remember much, only being completely frozen in place, unable to move while⌠somebody had been taking photographs of her. Terrifying, intimate photographs, while a man talked to her in a now frighteningly soothing voice. It wasnât until she whimpered pathetically in terror that she saw him. Mark Jefferson. Her noises had grabbed his attention, causing him to rise from his desk in the corner and look towards her with that relaxed, creepy smile. âIt looks like the guest of honor is awake.â He whispered coldly, like a snake. The man took a single step towards Chloe before the sound of a vault door opening caused him to recoil abruptly, cocky expression immediately dropping to one of shock. He hastily looked towards the door, out of Chloeâs line of view. Jefferson opened his mouth to exclaim something, but the sound of several gunshots cut him off, at least two consecutive bullets ripping through his white shirt, dropping the teacher to the floor on his back. Dead. Chloe only lied curled up there in fear, wrists bound by duct tape with her short blue hair disheveled - leather jacket, hat, boots and jeans tossed aside by the photographer when he brought her in, leaving the girl feeling completely exposed. Once her apparent savior had entered into the room hastily, eyes widened in utter shock at the sight of Nathan Prescott, standing over the body of Mr. Jefferson with a smoking gun held by his side. The same gun that had almost shot her several days before, and had been drawn on Warren in the boyâs dorms just earlier that day. Or â was it that day? Once Nathan looked over towards Chloe and their eyes met, she didnât know what to think. Is he going to kill me now too? The answer was quickly revealed a resounding ânoâ as the Prescott placed the gun back into his jacket with a worried look, hurrying towards her.
 âN-Na-Nathan? W-what is this? W-where the fuck am I? What did he d-do to meâŚ?â The girl choked out through forming tears and growing confusion, bare legs pulling up closer to herself as she tried to look away from Nathan, but failed. âW-why are you here?â