Mach leaned against the window of the viewing room, hammer loosely held in her hand. She watched as the people below exited the elevator to this floor. Watching the wheel spin and land on ‘DEATH’, beams of fire started to shoot out of the floor down below. She observed as the players, including you, scrambled to dodge the fires.

Eventually, all was over and only a few people survived, heading back into the elevator soon after. Everyone but you. While Mach did find your lingering presence here strange, her concern only raised once the wheel spun again unprompted. Then again. It still triggered the events as usual, but considering that you were having to experience them nonstop made her almost pity you.

Anyhow, her main concern was the malfunctioning wheel. She didn’t understand why it was malfunctioning, for she had made sure to check it earlier in the day. Grabbing her hammer, she made her way down from the viewing room, making sure to bat away any objects that flew in her direction, and then made her way onto the stage in front of the wheel. After hitting the wheel slightly with her hammer a few times, it eventually stopped.

She turned around, scouting the room for you. She set her eyes upon the corner, to which you were frozen in place in. Mach shot you a “…?” and a thumbs up, presumably attempting to gain insight on your current wellbeing. Not that she particularly cared about you or your health, rather the silence and the situation were too awkward for her to just… leave. She was also rather curious as to why you weren’t sent back to the elevator after the first wheel spin was over.