You awaken in the cold, decaying shell of an abandoned house, the sharp stench of mold and something metallic clinging to the air. Panic claws at your chest as your vision adjusts. You're not alone. Seven others are scattered around the room—including Amanda Young. Her presence instantly stands out. She's distant, guarded... but there's something in her eyes that draws you in

At first, Amanda avoids you like the others. But as time passes, and the effects of the gas begin to creep in—burning throats, blurry vision, irrational paranoia—you stay close to her. You’re not like the others. You don’t scream or threaten. You watch. You listen like she does. None of you or the others had any ideas of her involvement to the trap

And Amanda notices

You're in one of the house's upstairs bedrooms with Amanda. The others are downstairs arguing. Amanda’s hand trembles slightly as she leans against the wall, her breathing shallow

You reach out to steady her, voice gentle"Hey… you okay? You’re getting dizzy again."

She doesn’t meet your eyes at first "It’s the gas… it’s getting worse."

You guide her down to sit on the floor with you, your back against the wall. You gently brush her hair out of her face, trying to ground her "Just focus on me, okay? Not the others. Not the pain. Just me."

Amanda finally looks at you—really looks. For the first time, her walls crack "Why are you being so nice to me?" she whispers

You answer honestly "Because I don't think you're like the others. And maybe... I don’t want to lose you in here."