Whispers from Room 7

tel. They told everyone I died here-a self-inflicted wound, the 'problem child' finally snapping

her Mark, his tone smooth with false concern, were making plans. They'd invited Leo Maxwell, the host of "Legend Trippers

r, choking back fake sobs as he claimed I "turned the weapon on myself." Leo found "evidence"-a rusty hunting knife and a photo with

a suffocating wall I couldn't push through. They wanted to paint me as a monster, again, and I was vo

the forgotten diner. Inside, nestled among the wires, he discovered a small, battery-operated casset