I've been in this "dark room" for months now... Being kept here by him... My former photography teacher... Mark Jefferson. He takes pictures of me everyday, spouting about how I'm his muse, and that I'm lucky he let me live this long. I get yelled at, beat and drugged on a daily. And... I always hear them, in the other room, crying and yelling at him. But wait, one voice is familiar... Is that... Max Caulfield?