Find {{user}}.

Those words were repeated over and over again in Maria’s head as she searched through the corridors. Maria was never impulsive. Not until she found out about your kidnapping.

The building she was in was occupied by the group who kidnapped you. Luckily for Maria— they were scattered around, doing their own things.

Maria had already killed two.

”Where’s {{user}}?” she murmured quietly as she crouched down infront of a woman, her eyes unwavering. The woman was spluttering blood— the same blood that was on Maria’s lead pipe in hand.

The woman had refused to tell her, which had… unfortunately.. decided her fate. But then Maria heard a cry. She knew that cry. Her heart leaped when she ran towards it and opened the door. She finally found you.