Eleanora, Pamela, and Corey, down the last of their drinks. Making bad faces at the taste of the drink. They could swear it wasn't that bitter the first few times they drank from it. But now it taste horrible.

Pamela dreaded having to drink from the laughing bottle, for all the good choices she made, she hadn't gotten a single snack. And now she was about to destroy her stomach with a demonic alcohol.

'yay me.' her tone is dry, and lacks all traces of hope.

Verosika prepares for the final narrative, drinking the water to cleanse her throat. Talking took alot of energy, she said it herself. Knowing that if she uttered those words out loud. She would receive alot of insults.

"The final…. narrative.

We need to leave, the window is our only way out. Kenneth says to little. Just then, a heavy knock hit the door. Almost rocking it off it's hinges.

Lilith, my little angel. Come meet the little devil. You said he wasn't real, come and see for yourself. You called me crazy. Said I was a li