"They died?" "Of starvation, shock, abuse, you know. Of Dr. Hathoway being a bítch." "How did the press not know about this?!" "She covers everything up. Every death she caused here is a reported suicide in the news." I sharply exhaled, the gravity of everything that was happening was almost... unreal. And if Dr. Hathoway caused all the deaths, so of course she'd be suspicious when Alice died. Because for once, she didn't kill someone. After everything that happened with Matthew and Jason, and Solitary Treatment, she'd watch me like a hawk. Maybe even check the cameras for me. Dr. Hathoway was smart. If she put some clues together, she might also figure out I killed Alice. "We need to do something... anything to stop her!" I whispered. Daphne sadly shook her head. "How? She's unstoppable." "First, we need someone on the inside. One of her helpers." "Alice was a helper..." she muttered. "Dammit." I hissed. Being close with Alice could've really helped me at this point. But nobody can do anything if their throat's slit. That, and I thought Alice may have told Dr. Hathoway about me. Why she chose me to 'hang out with her' could just have been a front. "Rose?" Daphne asked, cutting me away from my thoughts. I glanced up at her, raising my eyebrow as an answer. "I figured out a helper who might not snitch on us." "And who would that be?" She sighed, looking away. "Alex."