Emory:
They call it Blackchurch. An isolated mansion, in a secret location, where the rich and powerful imprison their unruly offspring to discipline them.
Not that it was entirely his fault last time. He might have liked to corner me, without anyone suspecting that "Mr. Popular" wanted to have any relationship with a nerd like me, but… He could also be nice to me – even protective.
The truth is he was right to hate me. It was all my fault. Devil's Night. The videos. The arrests. And I regret nothing.
Will:
I don't care if they imprison me. I've learned that if they treat you like an animal, you have the freedom to act like an animal.
Their tragic mistake is their impression that I act only impulsively. I can stay in this mansion without internet, without TV, without alcohol, but I will return even more terrifying for my enemies.
With a plan – and with a new pack of wolves behind me.
I just didn't expect that she would come to find me here.
As the gates close with a bang, a thought comes to my mind: Blackchurch has five prisoners. I am just one of her problems.