He sat down in the front hallway, staring straight at the front door. He had done this every day since he made that call.

Beside him, a sharp kitchen knife. The door, locked tight. The windows, reinforced in various ways. His home had become a bunker, ever since that call.

Every night, knowing that he was the number one target now. Every night, terrified that they would come for him. He remembered that night clearly. The night that his life ended.

He had made a fatal mistake. When he saw Nate and Steph during the livestream, he called the police. His call is what made the police attack the men at the Red Room. His call is what made them loose their staff. His call is what made them move to the alternate location.

He thought he would feel overjoyed you bring the Red Room down, he he was far from happy. They were targeting him now. He was the one they referred to as, "The Guy."

He managed to call Mark before closing himself off from the world. Good thing too. It was worth it, to send one of his closest friends a warning. He couldn't have them chasing Mark, too.

He heard a bang at the door. Raising the knife, he waited for the sound to go away. Like every other day.

But this time, the banging went on longer. And this time, there was a hole in the front door. They got in. He thought, panicked.

Picking up the knife, he ran around the corner, ready to strike any oncoming attackers. At that moment, they broke the door down.

"Hey, buddy! We're not mad that you called the cops, just come with us!" Yelled a man. He had a playful voice, but he could see the true intent.

He heard quiet footsteps on the floorboards, the sound of the man heading towards him. He was ready to attack him, before he got him first.

As soon as the man turned the corner, he lunged at him with the knife. He was able to put a large gash in the man's arm, but he didn't have time to stare.  Leaving the man behind, he ran out the door, and down the street, until he was safe.

Suddenly, he got a text on his phone. It was from Mark. They're coming after you, and now they're attacking me, too. A man, he tried to shoot me at the airport. I'm here, with Nate and Steph. Yes, they're alive. You HAVE to contact me asap. Please, be alive.

Oh no. What was Mark doing here? Being distracted by his thoughts, he felt a man's arms drag him into an alleyway. He tried to escape, but their grip was too strong.

"You shouldn't have done that." A man in front of him raised a white cloth. "Now, we have to do this the hard way."

Before he had time to do anything, the cloth was covering his face, but he had a plan. Knowing it was chloroform, he pretended to loose consciousness.

Through closed eyes, he could feel himself being dragged to a car. He felt himself get lifted off the ground and into what he assumed was the trunk. Then, the trunk closed.