“How?”

“Hidden surveillance cameras. How are you doing, Imya?”

“Good.”

“It will be hard to win Itsuki’s heart, but once you do, she’ll do anything for you. Do not give up.”

“I won’t. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. My boyfriend broke up with me, but I didn’t like him anyway. This place is a death trap, solely because of Itsuki’s and SCP-106’s endless feud. That, and the fact that there is a lot of dangerous stuff contained here. SCP-106 started it by telling Itsuki that she’s a freak, and no one will love her the way she is, and that-”

“He said what?”

“He said that Itsuki’s a mistake, that no one will love her for who she is, that she’s not dangerous or cool enough to be a Keter and that she should resort to self-harm to cope with stress instead of… the coping mechanism she chose.”

“What is the coping mechanism she chose?”

“She specifically requested me to not tell anyone.”

“That is all right.” Imya picked Itsuki up and placed her in the center of the bed. Serafina stepped into the chamber.

“You’re Serafina?”

“Yep.”

Serafina had pale skin, long blue hair, and was wearing a leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off. The jacket was studded at the top. She had a studded bracelet on her left wrist and a fishnet glove on her right wrist. She was wearing a short black skirt, black socks, and black boots. She had enormous green eyes and rosy cheeks.

Natsumi nodded. “You’re Steven’s sister, right?”

“Actually, my brother, Steven is now my sister, Stephanie.”

“Oh, she’s transgender?”

“Yep. But now she knows that no monster will steal her toes if her foot is hanging off the bed. She knows that it was just Itsuki grabbing her foot. After all, Itsuki’s the only one who can fit under Stephanie’s bed. She’s still gullible as hell, though.”

Natsumi asked, “So, just curious, who was your boyfriend? I haven’t met him.”

“Jack Smith. He was awful.”

Imya went pale. “A-Awful how?

“He attempted to murder me. He targets those that are mentally weak and gives them gifts and flowers to lull them into a false sense of security. Then, he strikes.” Serafina lifted her skirt slightly. There was a large scar on her upper thigh, which had thin, blood-soaked bandages around it. “He stabbed me. If Itsuki didn’t rush me to a hospital immediately, I do not think I’d be here today.”

Natsumi started to get anxious. She’d never seen Imya this worried. Imya got out her phone and dialed Savasina’s number. She picked up immediately. “Hey, Imya. What’s up?”

“I need to know Jack’s surname.”

“Smith. Why?” Imya lowered her arm. “Imya? Are you all right?”

“I-I need to hang up.”

“All right, but what’s going-”

Imya hung up and put her phone away. “M-My sister is dating Jack…”

“What does he look like?”

“He’s about a foot shorter than me and has brown hair that he likely never brushes, and he also doesn’t care about rules.”

Serafina’s expression turned serious. “That is him. Your sister is in grave danger. Not many people survive him. He flatters everyone around him, so no one believes the ‘paranoid’ one that tells them he’s dangerous.”

Natsumi and Callie stepped forward. “What about the ‘paranoid’ three?”

Itsuki sat up. “Four.”

“What?”

“I know that Jack isn’t who he says he is.”

Imya’s face lit up. “I have an idea. Remember that party I told you about, Natsumi? Instead of just stopping the game of Russian Roulette when everyone shoots themself once, let’s stop when someone, hopefully, Jake-”

“Jack.”

“Stopping when Jack dies. However, this means Sarayu won’t go first if we want Jack to go first.”

“That is all right. She’s not endangering anyone as much as Jack is. We all just hate her.”

Imya nodded and started pulling at her hair. The hair tie holding the braid together fell out. Imya slowly unwound her braid.

“Now I see the resemblance between you and Savasina!”

“Yeah. But I plan to cut my hair someday. When it’s this long, it gets irritating.”

Serafina whispered into Itsuki’s ear, “You’re blushing. If you want her, she’s yours.”

“S-She doesn’t even like me.” Itsuki looked down. “I’m too short.”

“Do not judge your height. If someone you like hates you because you’re short, they’re not the one.”

“B-But Imya constantly teases my height…”

“So? She isn’t belittling you; she’s just calling you cute. She probably likes short girls.”

“S-Shut up!”

“Admit it. You’re in love.”

“N-No, I won’t s-say it! I-I don’t like her at all!”

“You just admitted it.” Serafina turned towards Natsumi. “So, how’s the whole ‘Terrarian fighter’ thing going?”

“It’s kind of scary, honestly. I’ve already died once. I am not prepared for Yharim at all.”

Callie nodded. “He’s a huge jerk. He killed my family, made me his minion- oh crap, I said too much.”