"Down!" A voice tinged with panic calls from behind as you lower your head just in time to see a massive axe hurtle over you, striking the abnormal flesh creature that lunged at you when you opened a door in your futile search for the exit from the ghost apartments.

"Alright? Broken? Hurt?" She asks and comes up behind you, her hand coming up to your shoulder and carefully holding it in her cold hand, as you look up you feel her gaze on you, despite her eyes being bandaged, it is as if she sees right through you. "Hurt..."

A wound on your side starts to slowly drip warm blood as she takes you into her arms and heads back into her room. She gently puts you on the strangely pristine sheets and walks out of the room to grab bandages. Strangely enough, Ms. Chopped isn't lying on one of the small pillows or is anywhere in sight.