Deceit sat by the window. The bright stars shimmering in the night sky. A newly found bruise lay underneath his shirt, just below his left shoulder blade. He never slept a wink.

Logan sipped a cup of coffee as he wrote in a book he always carried around. He thought back to the other sides. Their appearances burnt into his memory like an epitaph. He sat down on a chair in the living room, noting that no one was there. He remembered seeing a note in the kitchen. Getting up, he walked over to the kitchen and picked up the note. Reading it in his head, it read; 'Hey Lo, so as you can see I am assuming who's reading this! since you are the only one there. Thomas needed to go out to grab something, and me, Roman, and Virgil decided not to bug you and went with him. as you can tell, this is Patton! We'll be home at around 4:30. Patton'. Logan looked up at the clock, as it read 1;45 pm. Walking down the hallway to his room, he noticed something in a shadow. Moving closer, it disappeared, leaving a black rose. Intrigued, Logan picked it up, careful not to be pricked. He soon walked into his own room, a rose in hand.