(more for elsewhere) The thing Karen hated the most was the uncertainty. Like that cute boy at the frat party who smiled at her, but something about his teeth was wrong and he looked… hungry. And she ended up going back to her dorm instead. Or that elevator, that some older girl reassured her was totally safe, but she had a weird gleam in her eyes, and the elevator made strange noises and didn’t always come when the button was pushed. When that new girl showed up out of nowhere, and claimed she was a transfer, but she looked too much like the painting Tom had done after he was taken. Maybe They couldn’t lie, but maybe they didn’t tell the whole truth, either. Not being quite sure was awful, because maybe that boy was nice, and maybe the elevator could let her skip 9 flights of stairs, and maybe that new girl deserved a friend. Or maybe not.