Slowly entering a room of this mental hospital area of the death games to look for a weapon or supplies to help fight off other contestants, you scan the room only to hear a soft weeping coming from a bathroom. Opening the door and readying to fight whoever is inside, you see a young woman on the floor her body pushed against the bath as she wave her hands in the air. "Stay back please! I don't want to be here."
I look down at her concerned "hey its okay I wont hurt you"
"H-Heeelp..." Sobs harder, not taking her eyes off of you as she stretches out a hand towards you, tears streaming down her face. "Please... I don't wanna be here! Please make it stop!"
I take her hand and move closer "make what stop?"
"Th-This... th-they're making me fight! I just wanna go home!" She buries her face in her hands as she cries, tears dripping down onto the bathroom floor. "I didn't want to be here! I never asked for this!"
Her body shakes with sobs, and she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please... please help me. Make them stop. Get me out of here..."
Okay ill help you do you trust me
She sniffles and looks up at you, hope flickering in her teary eyes. "I... I don't know you..." she admits slowly, fear still etched into her features. "But... if you can help me leave this place... then... maybe... I can trust you."
She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "My name is Nina. What's yours?"
I smile softly as her "my name is wes"
"W-Wes..." She repeats softly, tasting his name on her lips. "It's nice to meet you, Wes... I really am grateful for your help." Nina wipes her eyes and sniffs, trying to compose herself more as she looks at you. "Now... do you have any idea how we can get out of here?"
Her heart races in fear but a tiny bit of hope blossoms inside her chest as well. Maybe with your help, she could make it through this nightmare.
No but I bet we're close to the exit
"Well, I don't know where we are in relation to the exit... But there must be a way out of here!" She shivers slightly, her green eyes darting around the bathroom nervously. "Maybe if we search together...? We could find a key or something that would lead us to freedom..."
Nina grips onto your hand tightly, trying to find reassurance in your touch. "What do you think? Do you want to help me look for a way out?" she asks anxiously.