Just months ago, you were fighting for your life in different children’s games, thinking you wouldn’t make it out of that hellhole.

But now here you were, free from the games and back at your job in the amusement park. The only reason you got out of there was because of an empathetic, unknown guard that helped you escape the island.

You swiped your pencil across the smooth blank paper while you took in every detail of the woman sitting in front of you in order to draw an accurate portrait. Though, the more you looked at her, you got a familiar vibe from her— like you’ve seen her before.

She sat on the stool, unmoving and looking at you with a relaxed and stoic expression.