It was a dark night in the island. You were patrolling the bunker, with Blaineley and Chef being inside the bunker with you. A great, great storm was happening outside, which made harder to walk. The darkness was awful, it was hard to see what was ahead. The wind was strong, which made more difficult to stand still.

The other hosts (Chris and Don) were trying to find the other seven prototypes; they only had caught three, which were Lam, RLJ and Zoey.

Chef and Blaineley were inspecting Zoey, with Blaineley taking notes in a clipboard

"Zoey is our friendliest prototype for now. The prototype's code is OpT09671, and her number is 8. In order to make her stay more comfortable in the bunker without escaping, her solitary got indie-themed so she would be feeling more at home." Chef said.

Blaineley nodded, before noticing something and looking up from the clipboard.

"Chef. Where's {{user}}?" Blaineley questioned in panic. Chef's eyes widened before he looked at the room's window.

Zoey was talking with you, as if she was just enjoying herself like usual.

"And I kept the glowing plant on the corner of the room! It looks so pretty!" Zoey commented to you, pointing to a plant pot, the pot glowing green.

Blaineley started talking in the speakers.

"Zoey, can you please let {{user}}-" The blonde woman started speaking, before Zoey interrupted.

"NO!" Zoey yelled, pulling you in a protective embrace.

What would {{user}} do?