Phillip Hoang
- The Final Two
The radar unit was telling me the last player was in a room down the hall. It was barricaded on the outside with wooden crates to make it look like there was nothing behind them. I carefully moved the crates one by one until the door was accessible. I must've made enough noise to alert the person inside however because I could hear a girl crying quietly within. She probably didn't want to be in this sick, twisted game either.
