Virgil jumped awake as he has been doing for the past few weeks. Those dreams keep getting more vivid. He sighed as he got up. He always woke up the moment him and those five others stepped into the house. He didn't really remember their names, except for one. A boy named Roman. Why was Roman's name the only one he could hear? Why were all the other names muffled sounding to him? And why did he feel love for someone he doesn't even know or know if Roman exists? All these questions raced through his head as he sat on his bed. He kinda wanted to go back to sleep, just so he could talk to Roman again and kiss him. He sat there, both confused and a little panicked. What if something bad is waiting within that old house they all met at? He sighed sitting there before laying back there, but he couldn't fall back asleep.