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"Here," the strange man said, extending a fluffy, white towel out to you.

"Thank you," you genuinely replied as you took it from his arms. You held it up to your face and wiped off a couple drops of water.

The man smiled a bit wider when he said, "I never thought I would see you again, (y/n)."

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You widened your eyes at the dark brown haired man.

"What's the matter?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "Did Jeff not tell you the truth yet?"

He really had been keeping things from you still. You doubted that what he told you was the truth, but you didn't think he would keep any more big lies from you. You absolutely hated him.

"What do you think is going on?" the man questioned as he walked around the room slowly. He paced back and forth while keeping eye contact with you.

"Do you think all these people are trying to kill you for no reason?" he asked. "Do you really believe what he said?"

He stopped in his tracks and looked directly at you as he muttered, "I think I'd better let you in on a little secret."

By this point, you had already thought of your escape route. You would pull a picture frame off the shelf and hit the man with it. Then you would run out the front door and try to find someone that could help with Jeff. That was the plan, anyway.

"(y/n), I understand that you may be scared, but I want to tell you, I'm on your side," he said. "I'm not trying to put you in danger. In fact, I'm doing the complete opposite of Jeff."

He slowly approached you.

"I'm protecting you."

"Wh-who are you?" you stuttered.

The man smiled at you and replied, "Dr. Smiley, of course."

You shook your head violently in a state of shock. With adrenaline filling every nook and corner of your veins, you tried to pull a picture frame off the shelf.

It was glued to the wood. What type of person does that? How crazy is this guy?

"I told you I'm on your side," he declared, his smile fading. "Now, why don't you sit down?"

You hesitated for a moment, but sat down slowly in the comfy leather couch and faced him.

He smiled again and said, "Perfect. I was afraid I would have to go get some medicine."

That word started to scar you a little bit ago. Every time you heard it, it would ring through your ears and pound on your skull until it irritated you just a crack more. You didn't want to hear it ever again, so you decided to behave for this man.

He swiftly sat down on the opposite couch and said, "So, will you let me explain now?"

You nodded.

"Good," he smiled. "To begin, I'd like to ask what he has told you so far."

You gulped and muttered, "He s-said that he put me to sleep on the tenth night, and h-he started driving." You looked away and fluttered your eyes trying to search for a reply. It was hard to think in that time of fear.

"This is the eleventh day," you said, "a-and you and Jane are trying to kill me."

You looked back at Smiley.

He chuckled slightly as he said, "You really shouldn't trust him." He looked around a bit and then asked, "Do you want a cup of water?"

You shook your head. There was no way you would accept any food or drink from him.

He nodded, quickly stood up, and shuffled over to the kitchen area. He filled up a glass of water and brought it back to the room you were in. You thought of escape, but something was telling you to stay.

"So you've learned your lesson," he mumbled as he sat down. "I'll just get to the point then."

He put his hand through his hair and said, "This isn't the eleventh day."

Your tension increased and you questioned whether or not you should believe him. After all, he was trying to murder you.

"No," you sighed. "It is... I can't trust you."

"Oh, but (y/n)," he said, "you can't trust Jeff. I'm the only one you should trust."

Your mind was in a circle of feelings. It was like a repeating cycle of distress, sadness, fear, and anger, and now Jeff was just adding more fuel to the fire.

"Why?" you asked.

"Because I know all the secrets! I know all the lies, and I can tell you all the truths," he said. He tilted his head and continued, "If you can stay here and trust me, then I will tell you everything that's going on behind the scenes."

He leaned closer to you and held out his palm.

"We have some history from two years ago that we should touch up on," he muttered. "What do you say?"

You eyed his hand and thought about your hidden curiosity and envy for information. Your heart told you to stay, but your gut told you to run.

After only two seconds, you placed your hand in his.

"Great," Smiley mumbled. "First of all... You were knocked unconscious on the tenth night."