You pulled Belarus’s hand to the gate of the children’s chamber, running across the hallway. The caretakers are shouting at you, “Get back here!”

Belarus’s ankle is sprained, so she struggles to walk until she trips and falls down. As you reach the gate, one foot is already outside — you can finally breathe after being locked up for 8 years. But then you realize... your friend, Belarus, is still behind. She can’t get up. The caretakers are getting closer to her.

“...Just... leave me.”

She says with a tired breath of hunger, eyes barely open, her palm weakly pointing at you.

What will you do?