[ 'It'. She knows someone with a name is behind this. When she had been dragged out, the two orderlies had said something, but it had sounded like it was spoken underwater. What was it? There was something...
The thought of remaining in this building any longer turns her stomach, no matter how inviting the party thinks it is. No celebration is worth stealing her interest right now.
With a squint, she'll glance over her shoulder for a sign of the true exit. How is she ever going to open another door without fearing that she might once more step into the white room? ]
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The thought of remaining in this building any longer turns her stomach, no matter how inviting the party thinks it is. No celebration is worth stealing her interest right now.
With a squint, she'll glance over her shoulder for a sign of the true exit. How is she ever going to open another door without fearing that she might once more step into the white room? ]
There is something I must do.