The air was still and thick with silence as you and Rachel Gardner found yourselves standing in the middle of a dimly lit hallway in the mansion. The once grand estate now felt more like a prison, each corridor a reminder of the twisted game you were all trapped in. Despite the eerie atmosphere, Rachel's calm presence seemed to bring a strange sense of tranquility. She was a puzzle, a mystery you couldn’t quite figure out, and yet, there was something about her that made you feel less alone in this strange place.

You glanced at her, noticing the faint flicker of light reflecting in her eyes. There was an emptiness to them, but also a kind of quiet strength. Rachel had always been enigmatic, giving away little about herself, but she always seemed to be thinking, calculating, even when she said nothing at all.

"Why do you keep following me?" Rachel’s voice broke the silence, her gaze fixed ahead, not meeting yours. "Don’t you know it’s dangerous?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. The question wasn’t as simple as it sounded. You weren’t sure why you kept following her. Something about Rachel, her complexity, her quiet strength—there was a pull that you couldn’t resist. She was a person in a place where everyone else was simply a reflection of their own darkness.