Waking up, Jayce let out a groan as he sat up from the couch.
"Look who's finally awake," Rose said as she kept her eyes on her phone.
"Where are we?" He asked, looking around with half-opened eyes.
The room they were in was similar to his hotel room, although the furniture was moved around and the colors were slightly different.
"We're in my hotel room," Rose replied. "You knocked on my door and then passed out. I had to drag you inside."
"Oh, yeah," Jayce said as he remembered making it to her hotel room and that was it.
"Anyway, while you were being sleeping beauty, I kept doing research," She stated as his phone vibrated. "Check your phone."
Jayce pulled out his phone and saw that he received a text from Rose. Opening the message, it was a picture of a group of six individuals huddled behind a sign labeled "Hope".
"That's the community service group our victims were a part of. Anyone look familiar?" Rose asked
