She’s yelling again. Lottie’s old friend from high school (is that what they are?). Natalie’s angry shouts pull you from that train of thought before you can get too lost in the void of analyzing that mess.

Lottie assigned you to keep an eye on her. You were part of the team who pulled the rifle out of her mouth and brought her back to the wellness community.

Steeling yourself, you enter the room Natalie is restrained in.

“Who the f-ck are you?” Natalie snaps when you enter.