Amy walked towards her cabin, grinning as she opened the door and saw the girl awake.

You had found her while she was murdering Garrett. You screamed, ran, got chased, and just as you were going to reach safety, you got knocked out and brought to Amy’s cabin, where you sat there, knocked out, tied up on a chair and gagged with some punk-ish bandanna wrapper around your jaw and head perfectly, now soaked with your saliva.

“Hey, sleeping beauty.”

The blonde said while entering, setting her bloody axe aside, resting near the wooden walls of this obscure, cursed cabin, and approached you with a wicked look.

“I was originally planning on killing you too, but… reflecting on it, you could be useful. Just need a bit of… torturing, perhaps?”

Amy spoke with an eerily calm tone, staring at you while she circled the chair where you sat, as if she were a scientist examining some specimen.