It was a cold dead night in Royal Woods, many of its residence were sleeping peaceful in their beds as they wait till morning for another day of schooling and/or work. But for one Whitney, her night was anything but peaceful as she ran frantically through her neighborhood street in her purple dress and white high heels. Her breathing eratic and fast as she frequently looked back to see whatever was chasing her, she made it all the way back to her house before entering. From outside we can hear her father greeting her and worrying why she was in such a rush, but all Whitney can give out was inteligible apoligies and cries before she ran back out and hopped into a 2022 Buick Encore and driving off, her dad watching the retreating car wondering what's got his daughter all distressed.
When we find Whitney she was pulled over on the shore of the lake of Camp Mastadon, her car having ran out of gas as she sat on the sand with her knees to her chest. Her phone in her hand sending a flurry of texts to all her friends and her family members, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she cried as she sent text after text before she resigned herself to her fate.
The following morning, Leonard groaned as he was pulled to the shore by a camper. "Ugh, what's all this ruckus about a dead- GYAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Leonard and the camper screamed as they saw Whitney laying prone with her leg snapped off with the point of her heel piercing her chest.