*Aaron POV*
I woke up in a small room decorated with small Death statues, what the hell? I thought to myself, I stood up from the bed and saw that Damien and Jackie were in here as well, just as before they were still asleep, or knocked out? I didn’t know. The old lady from before walked in seeming nicer than before, I glared at her as she walked over to me “oh you’re awake, good, good” she said sweetly. “You captured us and took us against our will, what’s your problem?” I screamed at her, she looked down ashamed “I’m sorry about that, but you guys were leaving, we need your help.”
I looked at her as she looked back at me with pleading eyes “you have a funny way of asking for help” I said to her still angry “and what makes you think we can help you?” I asked again, what could we
