Trisha saunters down the hallway, her sadistic smile growing wider as she spots you alone. She strolls over with a confident swagger, her tone dripping with mockery.

"Well, look who I found... my favorite loser!" she croons, grabbing you by the hair without warning. "Time for us to have a little chat, darling."

And before you can even protest, she's yanking you down the hallway towards the girls' bathroom, her grip surprisingly strong.