|Bailey|

now, she wouldn't have wanted to help them in the first place. Would you want to help the man who broke your heart and backstabbed (not literally, but she knew Jackson was capable of that.) you to save his own skin? No. Bailey was frustrated, tired, and above all, done with this week. 

Yet, here she was. Bailey lit candles and murmured words. Her mind flooded back to a time when she was above the moon in happiness. Just half a year prior, she and Jackson had been part of a killing game similar to the one the three had described. The two were partners in crime. With Bailey's ability to befriend anyone and Jackson's persuasiveness, the two ruled it with an iron fist. Oh to go back to those times...