Rhett had decided early on that he was going to stay in his room that day, only making a trip out to grab some books from the study and slinked into the kitchen to grab a box of crackers and a few bottles of water. While the plan had been to distract himself until his anxiety faded away, he found himself pacing around his room, running all the possible scenarios in his head and perpetuating his own fears.
The attempted break-in was suspicious, but there was no reason to assume it had anything to do with him, or Them. Besides himself, and the person whose door was rattled, there were 22 other people in the house. It could've literally been anyone.
...Is what he kept telling himself.
The irony of all this was that Rhett was feeling safest locked up in his own room, away from the prying eyes of the others and their company. Because of the close quarters and his own loneliness, he had started warming up to the others in his own carelessness. They wouldn't spare him. Why should he?
Occasionally he'd slip away from his bed and check for new posts on the network, which had slowed down once everyone went off to their own tasks... but then a familiar series of numbers headed a new post and he spent several minutes staring at his screen, scanning each line over and over in his head, but not quite processing it coherently. Automatically, he clicked to make a post on it, his fingers running slowly and numbly over the keyboard; the realization of the matter at hand dawning upon him with each keystroke until he finally slammed his fist on the desk, old, dull pains and sharp new ones filling his hand.
"What the fuck are you assholes playing at!?" Rhett didn't even bother looking at the camera. He knew They could see and hear him just fine. "I said yes, didn't I? I said I'll fucking do whatever you want--and then you pull this shit!? What do you want from me!?" His hands throbbed as he squeezed them into tight fists. He was hunched over his desk, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up as he reflexively began to draw long, shaky breaths.
What was he supposed to do? What were They going to make him do?