His brows cross together, but the guy beside him, I think Sicko called him Orson, shakes his head. Before any of us can say anything else, someone emerges from the forest, wearing a dark robe. The hairs on the back of my head stand straight. She’s small. I can tell she’s a girl from the short space of her shoulders. Everything dies out behind me, and when she finally comes close enough for me to see the outline of her face, I stop breathing.

“Poppy?”

She keeps the robe over her head and I bang on the glass with my fist. Leaning down to where the food is slid into, she points down with her head. I open the flap and grab the tray, sliding it inside.

“Lenny, he’s going to kill me. You have to get us out.”

“I will, Pop. Stay strong.” I slide the tray in, tossing it to the back where Sicko is, and watch as she runs her way back through the clearing.

“Fuck!” I bang my fist against the glass. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She has been alive this whole time and I am in this fucking hellhole rotting.

Storm hasn’t moved from his area on the bed, and Orson has started walking back and forward in the small space, constantly. It has been three days since K Diamond threw them in here with me, and none of us have been fed. It is a warfare of epic proportions, only we don’t know what weapons we need to use.

“I don’t get it…” Royce runs his hand over his face. “I did what he asked me to do, and what the fuck even is this place? None of this shit makes sense.” He stares off blankly, and I watch as emotions fall over his face. From confusion, to anger, to sadness, and repeat. “He wants me away, then I’ll do it.”

“We’ve got to get out of here.”

“How?” Orson asks, finally stopping his walking and staring blankly back at me. “How the fuck do we do that when we don’t even know what he wants?”

“That’s the problem, though. I do know what he wants…” I murmur, sinking the sharp corner of the razor into my wrist. None of them have said a word when I do it. As though they let me have this moment. I respect that. “He wants our compliance. With Skully, it was always about compliance. They’re brothers, they have to want the same.”

“So you’re not here because of K Diamond? You’re here for his brother?”

I toss the razor up and into the sink, watching as the blood drips from my wrist. “Correct.” My eyes shift to the camera, and I raise my brows. “Then come on. Let’s play…”