Donald’s pov

After a bit, I knocked on the door and said, "come downstairs to have dinner."

There was no response for a while. I knocked on the door once more. "Trista?"

Did she fall asleep?

When I pushed the door open, the bright yellow light in the bathroom was on, and hot air was overflowing through the crack of the door. Did she go to the bathroom to take a shower or wash her hands?

An alarm went off in the bathroom just as I was about to leave. As soon as I heard this sound, I immediately recognized that something was wrong, because there was a set of...