Date: March 8th, 5:00 p.m. (Roughly two weeks after episode three)
Weather: 70 degrees, sunny

February 24, 2018, 9:15 p.m. (Episode 3) - Gold Residence -

        Emilia jumps away from Forest’s heart as it plops on the ground. “Jesus H,” Emilia scoffs. “Are you nuts?”
        Victoria nods, kicking Forest’s heart across the floor. “She is.” Dead Forest is laying on the linoleum bleeding profusely from her chest. Black sludge is splattered on the ground; Forest choked it up as she took her last breaths.
        Emilia pushes past Luna and grabs her keys from the counter. “I’m getting out of here.”
        Victoria turns around to her. “You’re just bailing?”
        “That’s right,” Emilia smirks. “Out of this house and out of this town. I shouldn’t have even come back here.” She marches purposefully towards the front door. “You should think about getting out, too.”

        “You can’t be serious,” Victoria follows behind Emilia. She pulls on Emilia’s shoulder and turns her around. “Hey?”
        Emilia nods in annoyance. “Yes, I’m serious. This place is a whole lot shittier than when I left it, and it’s only going to get worse,” she shrugs. “I’m not gonna be here for it.” She pulls away from Victoria and opens the front door, exiting without saying another word.
        Victoria stares at the front door for a moment and turns back to Luna.
        “What a bitch,” Luna rolls her eyes.

February 24, 2018, 11:05 p.m. - Delano residence-

        Torrance pushes a clutter of paper around on a desk in Richard’s basement, as the chained girl points and ushers him on. He continues fluttering through the papers until he finds it: the key. Torrance grabs it and paces back towards the girl. He pulls off the tape from her mouth.
        She yelps in pain. “You could have done that first,” she jabs.
Torrance narrows his eyes at her, reluctantly turning the lock and releasing her from her chains. “What’s going on?”
        “I don’t know,” she shakes her head. “I don’t remember anything. I just woke up, and I was chained to that wall.” She rubs the lacerations on her wrists.
        “Okay,” he nods. “Well, what else do you remember? What’s your name?”
        “Accalia. My parents and I moved here a few days ago,” she says, looking over to the stairs. “We need to get out of here and get help.”
        “No no no,” Torrance shakes his head. “You can’t do that.”
        “What?” She narrows her eyes at him and steps back.
        “Not yet,” he pleads. “I know him. He isn’t like this. Well, not anymore.”
        Accalia scoffs. “Clearly he is. He isn’t going to get away with this.”
        “And he’s not going to. Let me handle it, talk to him. I know it sounds crazy, but please. He wouldn’t.” Torrance grabs her hand, but she jerks it away.
        “Fine,” she rolls her eyes. “But I’m getting the fuck out of here.” She pushes past him and makes her way quietly up the stairs. Torrance turns back and stares at the chains.