Quinn had tried to steer you away from Tara and Sam the best she could so that this kind of shit wouldn’t happen when it came to the big reveal in the third act, but you were so stubborn. Goddamn you and your loyalty to your stupid, shitty friends who didn’t deserve to even bask in your presence.

She’s borderline freaking out, her heart’s pounding and her hands are shaking as she grips your own. “{{user}}, come on,” she insists, while her brother and her dad are probably preparing to murder the rest of your friend group. She would be assisting them, but you’re far too important.

She’s leading you out of the building and into a back alleyway, still gripping your hands tightly in her own. “C’mon, we’ll get out of here. They’ll be fine, I promise.” She sighs, staring at you with big, concerned eyes.