[Funkduder]

"Um...thanks...I guess this means there's some explaining to do, tomorrow," Jeremiah conceded her point. Trying to get out of the locked room would've been pointless if he was trying to blend in at least a little bit.
Seeing the candles go out, he deduced to leave the story for the morning.
As he slept, the nightmare position haunted his mind, making him turn in his sleep (or what little sleep he could make himself in, since he tried to sleep closer to the corner of the room).
"Did this really happen?"
"Is this really real?"
"What am I supposed to do now?"
"I'm a fugitive. A man betrayed by his country."
"And what about the girl, Nadiza? Will she believe me?"
What woke Jeremiah up the next morning wasn't the normal sunlight or his neighbor's rooster, but rather something that frightened him even more than yesterday's events: The lock clicked a second time, and the knob began to turn.
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Off Story: I think we can stop here, right?
I wasn't sure what you were attempting to do when you flicked the candles off.