Bryce was sitting in the corner of the room, holding the<strong>fake</strong>body of Kathleen as close as he could to himself. He was up when Ester walked out with the shadowy figure, but remained where he was, not even bothering to help. It wasn't like he could anyway, watching Kevin as he flew backwards across the room.<br/><br/>When all of the girls had left the room to run after Ester, he still stayed behind as he heard the yells in the distance. "... Damn." He said simply before standing up with the corpse still in his arms. As Bryce spoke, he noticed the jacket that he had given to Adele was on the floor in the middle of the room. Harper walked over to it, and was going to pick it up, when he remembered that he was still holding the body of who he thought was Kathleen. The rich boy shrugged his shoulders before he toss the dead body to the side, it's head smashing up against the wall. "Finally... I was tired of holding that thing." Bryce said as he picked up his sports jacket and put it on. What he was really relieved of was not having to live the charade any longer. While the girls were around, he was finding it harder and harder to control his inner urges so it was best that they were away from him, even if it did come at the expense of their lives.<br/><br/>"Such a shame, though. Those girls were actually kind of cute. I'll miss them." The young man said as he knelt down to tie his shoe. As he did so, Bryce thought about how his attitude was rather casual considering the fact that the people he was just with had disappeared. It could be that all the adrenaline was keeping him from getting nervous, but then he remembered the other feeling that he was having.<br/><br/>Harper glanced from side to side, making sure that the remaining two that hadn't disappeared weren't watching before he reached into his shoe, pulling out an item, and clenched it in his hand as he stood back up. "I don't know about you two, but those girls are pretty much dead to me. You guys can go look for them and die if you want, but I'm getting the fuck out of here." With those last words, he left the room and walked down the hall, avoiding the trap doors in the floor.<br/><br/>{{It's probably for the best anyway.}} Bryce thought as he walked through the darkness, fiddling with a knife between his fingers. He was more caught up with himself rather than worrying about what was happening to the house.