I approached the cat and i noticed that after i gave him the image that i was a friend he gave me his trust. I left the living quarters to look around more and i was not alone for the cat was following me now, but his presence was not the reason of my gut feeling that i was not alone. I felt as if someone else was there but i just couldn't find whoever was present with me. I entered a room with the crumbling contents of the wall on the floor and a vent. The cat soon whispered to me

"The secret remains for you".

I wasn't startled at the fact that my fellow feline friend could speak. But his words were a little off puting. I heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor leading to the room i was currently in and when I turned around i saw a frail little girl who has partially hidden herself behind a open door and a wall but was still was looking at me. I approached her and her movement's told me that she is shy and hesitated but she was quick to calm herself down.

"Who are you?" i asked.

Her lips were moving and i could tell she was trying to talk to me but she couldn't. After several attempts of speech she gave up and instead held out her arm and grabbed my hand and gave me a screwdriver.

"Whats this for ?" i asked.

She pointed to the vent in the room i was in. I walked to the vent and crouched whilst trying to unscrew the vent.

"Got it!" i said, after the last screw came off.

I removed the vent cover only to find a picture i had taken long ago with a girl i had feelings for. Unfortunately she was killed by an unknown person.

"Whats this doing here ?" i asked myself.

The little girl tugged at my shirt and pointed over to the door. I saw a tall man dressed in black looking at me, the girl, and the cat, i looked to his right and saw he was holding a knife. The cat hissed at the man then ran through the vents.

"Uncover the truth" the cat said.

With nowhere to go the man approached me slowly, striking an alarming fear inside my stomach. When he got close enough i asked him who he was.

"I did" the man said.

" what did you do ?" i asked.

With no reply and only the sounds of his heavy breathing he attacked me with his knife. He stabbed my arm as i was running away but when i reached the door he grabbed me and pulled me on the ground stabbing me numerous times. I swear i could feel the pain. I woke up drenched in sweat laying in my bed. I had stayed up all night thinking about what that story could mean but unfortunately came up with nothing.