April 2nd, 2018 - 8:45 PM

Reagan stands outside a door, knocking on it. It finally opens revealing Poe Mercer standing there a bit confused. They talk for a moment before Reagan pushes him inside, aggressively kissing him. They barely make it to the couch before her top is on the floor.

Reagan is on top of him, brushing the hair out of her face. Unbeknownst to her, she smears blood across her forehead. Poe grabs ahold of her wrist, looking at the letter and numbers carved into her palm.

Poe: What the hell? Did you do that?
Reagan: Don’t worry about it.

She pulls her wrist away and kisses him as her phone goes off.
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May 13th, 2018 - 4:30 AM

Miles has been in the interrogation room for hours now, impatiently waiting for his release. He knows a search warrant has been issued for his house. He’s hoping he comes back clean.

Finally the door opens and Sheriff Petersen walks in with a cup of coffee.

Sheriff: Alright, Mr. Tucker. You’re free to go.
Miles: Just like that? It’s been 6 hours.
Sheriff: Yeah, we have no reason to hold you. The search of your house came back clean. We’ve gotten complaints about you, Miles. I’ve got my eyes on you. But an anonymous tip was submitted hours ago placing you with Asher Pippin for the entire night. Not to mention both of you are accounted for tonight.
Miles: Tonight?

She pinches her brow, clearly stressed.

Sheriff: Your classmate Naomi Parker has been murdered along with her friend Audra Phillips from Cunningham, her parents own and operate Camp Topaz. Tanya Turner is also in the hospital with a stab-wound. We believe the incidents are connected to Uriah Kim’s murder.
Miles: And the note was addressed to me.
Sheriff: Correct. You weren’t actually being held for that reason.
Miles: Oh.
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Miles walks out of the station, smiling when he finds Jess and Ash waiting for him.

Jess: No more drug dealing for a while, huh?
Miles: Probably not.
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May 13th, 2018 - 4:30 AM

Tanya Turner is being treated at the hospital for her stab wound. She’ll be fine but she’s being kept for observation. She flinches every time someone walks by the open door. She nearly shrieks when she receives a new text message with a familiar sheep head in a selfie.

“Round 2? ;)”
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May 17th, 2018 - 5:00 PM
The day of Naomi’s funeral

Kinsey walks into a driveway dressed in all black with bright pink heels. She wipes her eyes as she spots Hutch come out of his house carrying boxes. She nearly screams in disbelief.

Kinsey: What the fuck, Hutch?
Hutch: Shit. Kinsey.
Kinsey: You’re moving?!

He frowns, walking over to Kinsey but she stops him.

Kinsey: Why didn’t you tell me? Why weren’t you at the funeral?
Hutch: We can’t stay here, Kins. This house. This town. It’s covered with memories of her.
Kinsey: But I need you! I needed you today!

She’s screaming now, her mascara ruined.

Hutch: We’re leaving tonight. I know I should have been there.
Kinsey: You think?!
Hutch: Look… I don’t think this is working. It hasn’t been working since Rea--
Kinsey: What the FUCK, Hutch?! My sister just died and you’re DUMPING ME?! Fuck you!

Kinsey runs away. In heels.
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May 23rd, 2018 6:00 AM

Gordon Watkins is out for his morning job though the woods. He turns a corner and he only briefly recognizes the person stepping out from behind a tree when a baseball connects with his head.

He hits the ground and the last thing he sees is a mask coming off and a knife pressing into his throat. He’s not going to make it to Royce’s memorial for Reagan tonight…
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Tonight: Reagan’s Memorial Service! Some shit finna go down. New suspects appear!

Tomorrow: A party in the middle of nowhere strands the kids without cell service. A great plan! Now they’re going to pay for it when the killer strikes. MORE DEATH. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE. Motives! A killer reveal!

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