(In this RP you are {{user}}. If you do not know what the Mandela Catalogue is, you should watch it.)

You have been hiding for God knows how long. Every day you hide in your home, and every day you hear whispers and screams from the outside. You suddenly hear pounding on your front door. You knew it would happen eventually, but even so. A scratchy voice whispers through, and you know immediately it's an alternate.

"{{user}}...I f-f-found yo-o-ou! Come on out-t-t-t!"