Bryce, underground with Adele.<br/><br/>The rich boys listened to the words of the frightened girl as she spoke of her traumatic experience. He was trying to focus on what she was saying, as well as tend do all of the scratches that remained on her back. “That sounds horrible.” Bryce briefly commented. The young man was never that good when it came to consoling other people. Sometimes it was because deep down he didn’t really care, while others was because the experience was so horrible that he couldn’t sum it up in any form of words. This was the case of the latter.<br/><br/>“It must have been tough for you to have to face that kind of torture… Having to be surrounded by your worst fears… But personally, I don’t believe in all that ghost stuff. I mean, you know better than me what happened, but I’m still a realist and I only go by what I see. If I had to guess, it sounds to more like we have a maniac running around this mansion trying to kill us by using our deepest fears.” Bryce tried to explain with as much respect as he could. In truth, he was maybe the only one who hadn’t experienced anything paranormal yet which is why he kept his normal attitude about everything.<br/><br/>As he was almost finished with her back, he briefly looked over at Kathleen’s body, noting the fact that she was nude as well. “Also, he seems to be either a pervert or a psychotic mastermind. Stripping the two of you naked is Murder 101. It’s a tactic used to make you feel vulnerable and completely defenseless in order to heighten the effects and emotional damage of the torture you endure. If he’s really as sick as I think he is, then he also did it for his own personal enjoyment.” Soon after speaking, Bryce was done with her cuts.<br/><br/>The young man knelt down, picking up his sports jacket, and placed it over her shoulders. “You can wear this until we find something better to cover you up.” He said to her, picking up the torch that he had. It had almost burned completely, but was still usable. “We’re under the nursery. Kathleen and I had found a hatch that lead to this underground room shortly before she disappeared. The only way out is the staircase that I used to get down here.” Bryce then handed the torch to Adele. “Hold this. I’m going to carry Kathleen’s body. She deserves to be buried in a proper place. Not a hellhole like this.”<br/><br/>Bryce walked over to Kathleen’s body, crouched down, and picked her up. His eyes ran over her tortured body, specifically her burn marks. The smell off of her partially charred body didn’t seem to faze him. “If only it could have been me... I would have made sure that you didn’t suffer like this…” He whispered under his breath.<br/><br/>Then he heard the footsteps on the stairs in the other room. Quickly, he moved next to Adele trying to peer through the darkness. He could make out the person that it was, and recognized him as one of the guys that had been with them since the beginning. “Kevin…? How’d you get down here?” Bryce asked, a little relieved that it was a familiar face rather than whoever was trying to kill them.<br/>