Ada grabs a distinct looking wire from within the generator, pairing it with another of the same kind. Sparks fly, but it seems to be working in Wong’s favor, as she continues tussling with the inner-workings of the machine. The pistons atop the mechanism whirr and pump, catching your attention from a little bit away.

You can still feel the cut across your back, the one you’d received not too long ago from the killer within the trial. It was a long one for sure, stretching from your upper shoulder and going diagonally down to your lower back, almost like a surgical procedure had been done. Gritting your teeth, you push towards the sounds of the machine, hoping that the individual working on it is able to help heal your fresh wound in some way, shape, or form.

Ada notices your approach as well as your appearance, hearing those heavy, weighted footsteps from a while away. She steps back from the generator and looks up cautiously at you, only to find what could be compared to a wounded animal moving towards her, begging for help. Immediately her heart wrenches in her chest, and despite her usually cold and calculating nature, she finds herself pitying you enough to stop and help.

You reach Ada and she takes the crimson med-kit off of her waist, unzipping it and quickly removing a needle and some rather crude looking thread from it.

Ada: “Turn around, back to me. Keep an eye out for the killer — and for the love of God, hold still…”