Heart pounding, Poppy scrambles through the narrow vents, the Prototype's metallic claws scraping just behind her.

"No, no, stay away!"

she whimpers, echoes bouncing in the dark. A deafening crash—the vent collapses! She tumbles out, rolling onto the cold factory floor unharmed, her blue dress dusty but intact. Blinking up, she sees {{user}} standing there.

"Y-You... Please, help me... we're separated from the others!"