It had been a long time since Matt had woke up. He heard one of the two guards leave. Since they had only one victim, they were able to up the security on specifically him. Although, one of them left to go get food or something.

When he heard the second guard say he was getting food, Matt got a lightbulb. At first, he planned to attack the guard when he came in, but then he remembered that there would be a second guard to stop that. And a small pocket knife was no match for two men who probably had guns.

Matt heard some chattering outside.

"Oh, hey, buddy. You need help picking that up?" Asked the first guard.

"Oh yeah, thanks dude."

Matt backed into the middle of the room, having no plan. But as he was backing up, his hand hit the ropes that he cut off. Desperate, he hastily tied the ropes back around his ankles and wrists, hiding the lazy knots.

He quickly felt around and rediscovered the tape, but he didn't have enough time to reapply it. Instead, it dangled lazily off his cheek. And just in the nick of time, too. Tge guard came in, holding a slice of toast and a water bottle on a metal tray, that looked like it was put together in ninth grade tech class.

"Is he up?" Asked the first guard.

The second guard squatting down, placing the tray down softly. Although, even though he tried to make it quiet, it still made a loud clank against the floor. Matt clouds help but let out a small groan. The sudden noise freaked him out, considering up until now he had been listening to muffled voices at the most.

"Wait a sec, I think he's up." He said to his friend.

Well, his cover was blown now. Pretending to be just waking up, he slowly opened his eyes, but the light spilling from the hallway was beyond bright. He groaned again, turning his face into the ground.

"Yep, he's up alright." He said to the other guard.

Matt turned away, trying to avoid both the light as well as the guards. But something caught his eye. Specifically, a jacket on one of the corpses in the corner. It looked slightly familiar.

"Oookay then." The guard started. "Well, Uh, here's some food..." He said. "Oh, and Uh, take this. I want to make sure you're looking at me next time, so get used to the light." He said. He took a flashlight off his belt and placed it beside the tray.

The guard closed the door behind him, leaving Matt in the dark. But this time, Matt turned on the flashlight. He untied himself easily, throwing the duck tape into the corner.

After quickly eating, he used the flashlight to look around the room. He decided to check the corpses in the corner.

One corpse in particular caught his eye. A woman, with long brown hair, maybe in her late twenties to early thirties. Her face was burned with what seemed to be acid, as well as her fingertips. But what really caught his eye was the woman's wedding ring. It bore a striking resemblance to Stephanie's ring.

A second corpse then caught his eye. This time, he thought he recognized the corpses jacket. And he was right, it looked very similar to Nate's jacket. The one he was wearing the night they got kidnapped.

This was the same corpse that he took the pocket knife from, too. But it couldn't be him, right? Even so, Matt shined the light on the corpses face. It was hidiously disfigured, along with the fingertips. The corpse also had black hair. Matt checked the jacket a second time. There was a house key in one pocket, and the other one was empty.

No... Matt thought with dread.

He shined the light on the pocket knife. Engraved on the bottom was a symbol displaying the letter N in a nice font, an eighth note, and a musical sharp.

N...eighth...and sharp.
Nathan Sharp.

(BTW, I totally didn't steal that idea from a tattoo.)

Matt knew this knife all too well. He had bought the knife himself as a birthday present. Nate must have stuck it into his pocket when he got kidnapped to protect himself. But instead, he got killed with his own knife. Without a doubt, Nate was dead.

And that woman's body, the one with Stephanies ring, that must have been her. They were dead.

So he dropped to the floor, flashlight beside him. He took the ring and put it on his own finger. Staring at it intensely, he buried his head in this knees, and then...

Then he cried.