Finding Seven

He lived in Arcadia district alone. A tiny little house upon a hill. He's the one who inspired this little trip.

The thing with the Wyoming Incident is that, once you moved away from the pissant boards and started your own digging, you could find a whole bunch of stuff. I found a man with two things: a video and a book.

I've already shared the video with you. The book will come soon. Very soon.

He told me he'd fallen asleep on his living room couch once. He woke up in the middle of the night. Around 3:30 or so. Noticed some headlights in his driveway. Very unusual. No real friends or family in the area. Lots of farmland. Figured someone was lost or having car troubles.

Got the gun he kept at home anyway.

They stayed in the car. Four silhouettes. No sound, no light inside the car. After about half an hour, they drove off. In all that time, he'd never even once considered calling the police. Strange occurrence.

Around a month later, he again fell asleep on the couch. Upon waking up this time, there were no headlights in his driveway. Instead, he saw two eyes peering in at him. He was paralyzed with fear. It was a child. Finally working up the courage to get up and near the door, he saw that there were two more behind the first.

He sank back a little.

They rang the doorbell. He answered the door. They wanted to know if he had a video. He knew what they wanted. He told them they weren't welcome, and he shut the door. That's all he'd need to do.

That night, he dreamed of a shop his father used to take him to in Missouri. A little hardware store that he'd wander around in whenever he was unfortunate enough to be dragged there. A man approached him and took his hand. He led him down into the basement.

And that's when he saw the children. Lined up, tied up, and with absolutely horrified looks frozen on their faces. The man sat him across from them. He walked over to his captives. He took out a gun. He shot each child in the back of the head. There was surprisingly little blood.

And when he was done, all of their eyes were empty. It was like something from within them had been emptied.

And that's when he woke up.

He spent so long trying to find someone who would understand these videos and what they can potentially do to those who watch them. He found me.

I've taken his video. And now I've even got a little book as a nice bonus.

The videos aren't meant for him.

They were always meant for me.

You know this, and you'll keep playing anyway.