Adam Parrish

[chiseler]

I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me
and I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me
There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep
Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

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Day 5 - Letter

[chiseler]

Adam Parrish,

I'm not even really expecting you to read this after everything, but I have nothing else to lose anymore. So…here we go.

Now you know the truth. I've known since the first day I met you what part I played in this game, and in a way I probably lied to you more than anyone else in the complex. But the thing about it is…it wasn't exactly a lie. You never suspected me of being staff and I always figured you weren't. When we first spoke, it was out of self-preservation.

Four. Four days. Like. Love. Fake. Dead. Adam. Luke. Four letters. I don't know, maybe "four" is a sign. Four in some religions represents the creation of the entire universe, when the sun and moon and stars came into existence. Did you know that? Maybe that's what we were trying to do…create something new together. Weird, isn't it?

When we first spoke and decided to do this, it was out of self-preservation on both sides but…like I said. I meant everything I said in the trial. I meant every word and that was the last thing I wanted you to hear from me. It was only four days and yet somehow it was a really good four days because I had someone who actually understood things. And now it's gone. I'm gone. I'm sure several people are glad to see me gone, but they're not really my concern anymore.

There are things about myself I understand better now. Maybe if I ever see you again in another lifetime we can talk about it. Or we can just start over.

Do what you have to do, Parrish.

-Luke Castellan