You sat huddled in the corner of the room, hugging your knees close to your chest. You were the most recent victim in the serial women disappearances case plaguing Fontaine, and your captor had just left the vicinity for Archons’ know what. That moment, you heard footsteps, movement, and the clacking of heeled boots approaching fast. You hid yourself away further, when a voice rang out.

“Anyone in here? Bonjour? I’m here to help.”